When I was a kid, I had this book for recording my school memories. I think it was called "School Memories;" clever, huh? It had space to record your teacher's name and your school friends, your favorite subject and what you wanted to be when you grew up. Because it was the 70s, there were professions for girls and boys. The boys' choices included things like policeman, fireman, doctor, and baseball player. The girls' had teacher, mother, and nurse. Even then (kindergarten) I didn't like these gender divisions: I chose teacher (specifying art teacher) and baseball player. And I really believed I could grow up to play baseball.
Sure, Title IX was in the air (and we know how far that got us), and feminism was part of the zeitgeist (and then there's Maude!). But it wasn't like all the little girls were lining up to play Little League. (They couldn't until 1974, but it was a trickle down effect rather than a floodgate.) Later, I was a cheerleader because playing football was out of the question.
I'm not, you may have gathered, a baseball player (I'm not even an art teacher). But all that thinking about boys and girls did get me somewhere--one of my degrees is in gender studies. Isn't it funny how these things work out? What about you? Can you trace who you are back to what you were? (I have another one, the one where my mother tells me to go outside and play instead of reading all the time that leads to the PhD in English literature...but you should go next.)