I was definitely a Tomboy. While my girly-girlfriend squealed at the sight of bugs and mud and stuff like that, I jumped right into it. While she wore white clothing and didn't get dirty; I was proud of the mud on my feet and never was squeamish either.

To my surprise, I didn't get the opportunity to raise a Tomboy daughter, instead I raised two sons who were incredibly different from my tomboy child self, THEY were real boys. But both of them tend to be attracted to Tomboys. Hehehe