I am a musketeer!

When I was a child, every carnival, my mom asked to my grand mother to sew me a princess costume to wear at the kindergarten’s carnival week but when I was 5 years old I really didn’t want to wear a female dress and I told my mom that I wanted to wear as one of the four musketeers.

When I arrived at the kindergarten I was super enthusiast with my costume. I entered and went around, showing my beautiful dress to everybody. But nobody was enthusiast as I was.

I remember that girls made some joke on my costume; boys didn’t want to play with me because I was a girl even if I was wearing a masculine costume; and also my teacher told me that my costume wasn’t a feminine one and that in the next days I should have changed it.

At the end of the day I was really sad but I was sure that at home I could have found a trusted alley, my mum. I went home and I told her what happened to find some support but she just said: “I told you that it wasn’t a good idea, I told you to wear like a girl”. At these words I burst into tears and I went to bed resigned to wear an old princess costume next day.

In the morning I woke up sadly, I took my milk, wash my face and go to the dress room with a very angry mood because I could not do what I really felt like to do! But when I opened the door I found my old brother’ Peter Pan costume on the chair and my mother saying: “As the teacher told you, I prepare for you a new dress!”.

I remember that immediately all my sadness walked away, I dressed up super quickly, put on my best smile and run with my mom to the kindergarten even prouder than the day before and sure that I wasn’t wrong: my mum was my best alley!

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