I played with just about everything, honestly. Dolls, stuffed animals, toy cars, Legos, video games, etc. I wanted to create things, tell stories, and experience fantastical things; I don't think my gender factored into it. If I couldn't build with it, or build an interesting narrative around it, I wasn't interested.
I also grew up on a small farm, so I wasn't a stranger to dirty clothes and scraped knees. I have fond memories of catching small animals (bugs, tree frogs, lizards, etc.), rolling around with our dogs in the grass, and sprinting around like a wild child until I collapsed in the dirt. My mother didn't care what I played with, or how I played, as long as I didn't hurt myself, hurt someone else, or break something important.
I think our enjoyment of certain toys/styles of play growing up are less related to gender than they are our natural proclivities. I've always been creative, and I much prefer creative "toys," even today. There's no way to prove if being nonbinary caused it, or if being autistic caused it, or if I'd have been this way regardless; toys are toys, and I liked just about all of them.