When I was a little girl I was a huge tomboy. I didn’t want to do all the traditional girl stuff like play with Barbies and dolls and tea parties. Well of course I did do that when I was younger, but then I went through this phase from about the age of 8 until I was pre-pubescent at about 12 years old, where I just wanted to hang out with the boys. And it wasn’t because I was some precocious boy crazy little girl. I wasn’t. I just liked what the boys were up to. You know, the catching frogs and kicking around a soccer ball on the community green. They seemed to have all the fun.
So I started cross dressing. Really. I begged my mom to let me get the boys boots instead of the girls. And I hated to wear skirts. If and whenever my mother told me that I had to wear a dress, you can bet I had shorts on underneath. My best friend was my little next door neighbor and his whole family was into motorsports–which I admired greatly. The fact that he had a mini bike made me green with envy. I wanted to do motorsports too but my mom felt that it was dangerous stuff for a little girl. It was frustrating for me.