Written by
Jenny Lantz 
Jenny is an unschooling, knitting, crocheting, reading, gardening,
homemaking feminist activist, and mother of three living in the Baltic
Sea archipelago. She keeps busy reading and learning new stuff with her
boys, cooking, running the family business, volunteering at her local
second-hand shop, and finding out what else can be made instead of
bought to keep her ecological footprint as small as she can. She also
blogs about her unschooling life at
www.nattugglorokattguld.blogspot.fi and sells handmade products at
www.etsy.com/shop/OfeliasPond.
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Really, it started so many years ago. I was seven
years old. It was a hot day in the beginning of June. School was about
to end; summer was coming. I wore a jumper, far too warm for the
weather, and all around me the boys in my class took off their t-shirts
to cool down. And well, I did too. Because I was warm. And because I
didn´t really know about gender differences at the time. I thought we
were all just...kids. My teacher was of another opinion and I learned
that day that even though I was a little girl with a child’s body, very
similar to the boys’ bodies around me, I had to keep my jumper on and
stand the heat. This my friends, was my first meeting with gender
injustice. This was the birth of a feminist. The birth of an activist. 
