I remember wanting to be a boy in THE worst way. It didn't mean I truly wanted to be a boy, I just wanted to do Little League and fun getting dirty boy stuff. I liked boys, popular girls made me nervous, and I didn't quite fit in with the cool kids. Even after elementary school, I lived for high tops and 501's. I just didn't have quite the style that the girly-girls had.
Wow, I could have written that, word for word.
Why wouldn't I want to be a boy? I had two older brothers whom I adored, and they got to do EVERYTHING! They got go EVERYWHERE! They even got to pee standing up!
It's a good thing I so identified with boys, because I ended up having 3 of my own. I understand them in a way I wouldn't have understood girls so much.
Karen
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