At the age of 4 before going to school, I was in my mom’s wardrobe and imagined myself wearing my mom’s green dress. My mother was looking for me and found me in my wardrobe. Strangely since that moment I feel awkward even though she didn’t know anything about it … Soon after at the same age, I was at my grandmother’s house and I was playing with boys from the neighborhood and they were disguising themselves as girls for fun . There was a crate of old girl’s clothes and I was in a panic about dressing like a girl. As if I already knew it was not accepted. For me it was not a game. To this day I still have this feeling.