I don't remember much before I was ten--rather, it's all disjointed and confused--but sometime before I developed up top, I have a very vivid memory of standing on the toilet looking at myself in the mirror. I was wearing jean shorts and no shirt (I think I was in the middle of changing clothes) and I pulled my hair back so it looked real short, puffed my chest out, and thought to myself, "I could pass as a boy." The thought made me feel rather joyful and smug.
From kindergarten to second grade, my friends were exclusively male. One time, my best friend wanted to play some game (looking back, I think it might've had something to do with erections, but I really have no idea) that required a penis. When I realized this, I felt rather bad, left out... My friend noticed and even tried to "make" me a cock out of paper so I could play, but I refused... it just wasn't the same. A couple years later, that same friend wanted to take a bath together (to play in the tub--he was more a brother than a friend by then). When I realized his mom meant to undress us before we got in, I backed out; I knew he had something I didn't, and didn't want to face our differences outright.
I always felt rather inadequate with my male friends. They were bigger, faster, stronger, cooler, never faltered, never backed out of anything. It's like I was always one step behind because I was The Girl.
My childhood was kind of lame.