It's weird but this topic has gotten me thinking back to childhood. I grew up thinking I was transsexual but back in the 60's and at a young age, couldn't explain why I felt different than seemingly most of my friends and I never discussed it with them, and for the most part had crushes on girls as I thought I was essentially attracted to females.
But as I started to reminisce, I remembered one year going to summer camp with another friend of mine, and this was pre-puberty. There was a boy in the bunk across the way from me and there was just something about him and looking at it from a female perspective, I had a crush on him. He was just cute and I really don't know what the attraction was. But one day the camp was having a competition between two teams and the boy I went to camp with, my friend and I had decided to be on one team. My friend announced his team selection, then Gary, the crushee announced for the other team. I was heartbroken, I wanted to be on his team, so I switched and declared for Gary's team. My friend was kind of devastated and our friendship eventually waned because of my switching teams, and I never did get Gary's attention. To this day, although I can't remember what he looked like, he's the only boy from the cabin of about 50 of us whose name I remember and he still brings a smile to my face.
