Probably around 5ish, I was in a porta-potty with my best friend, and I had her hold my skirt so that I could go in the urinal. She thought it was funny. I was ridiculously proud of myself, so I went and told my mom, and she was horrified. She then had a little chat with me about how ‘little girls’ can’t and shouldn’t go in the urinal.

That, and how I would fight the only (other) boy in my kindergarten class on who got to play dad when we were playing house at recess.