Well, yeah. My father and an older male cousin, mostly. I remember when I was six or seven I figured out that dolls and girl toys were on the forbidden list, so my taste turned to G.I. Joe. Well, my cousin caught me looking at all the G.I. Joes in the Sears Christmas catalog, and he said they were still dolls and dolls were for girls, and I couldn't get any for Christmas. Dad agreed with him, unfortunately.
That is how I got into model railroading, and spent most of my teen years building miniature houses, factories and mines for my train sets.
Dad also taught me to play basketball, and to throw and catch a baseball. My interests were golf and bicycling, and my parents refused to pay for golf clubs or lessons or a decent bicycle.

They did get me tennis lessons at one point. Maybe if they had let me wear the skirt, that one would have worked out.

I did win on one thing, though. I was the only boy in the flute section -- which is as good an indicator as any just how girly I am inside.