I was born in the mid-1970s, but if I’d been born 35 years later, I am almost certain someone would have told me I was “actually” a boy.

My best childhood memories include dirt, frogs, and scraped knees. I wasn’t indoors making crafts or playing with dolls. Rather, I was digging through drainage culverts on our street, rescuing tadpoles, and coming home covered in mud.