I was born like any other person. I was a male but by looking at me, people used to think I am a girl not until the age of two. At that age is where many of kids in our area become so talkative that they also talk what's under their mothers' skirts.
As I grew up I didn't know any of the boys' activities either playing football, climbing trees and other common boys' activities in our country. All my friends were girls and no boy.
At the age of six, my aunt took me to live with her. She had two girls and two boys. So most of the times, I had girls and no time for boys who were even my age.
I am a boy but many people at my aunt's place used to mistake me for a girl.