At various points along the way, the fact that I was a woman was held up to me as a reason why I couldn’t do this or that or the other thing. The earliest recollection that I have was when my older brother got to go to the World’s Fair, and partly because I was a little bit younger than he, but mostly because I was a little girl, I was told, well, you know, he’s a little boy, and he’s older than you, and he can go. And I thought, well so? I’m a little girl. So what? That was my first recollection of kind of being rocked back on my heels with that kind of awareness. Although I’m sure that all through school, the role models are pretty well established. You will become one of three or four things. You will become a wife and mother, or you will become a teacher, or a nurse, or maybe a stewardess on an aircraft. Or you could type, you could become a secretary. And there aren’t very many other options that are held out. They weren’t to me as a child, growing up. But it never occurred to me that was all I could be.