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“The monkey bars were cold beneath my hands as I stretched and swung my body to and fro, feeling the gentle pull on my still-developing 10-year-old muscles. I watched as a family unloaded a picnic on a nearby table marvelling at how prepared they were. I was quickly learning that the outdoor ways of Canadians were not unlike our “wee drives,” complete with flasks, scratchy wool blankets and “pieces” tucked into wax paper. A boy and his sister came running to the monkey bars in a way that only kids can be, I soon found myself the focus of their genuine curiosity. As the kids scrambled up the bars a question shot my way that would alter my life forever. Are you a boy or a girl? Time stood still as I pondered the question, realizing I was at a choice point where everything could change… if only for an afternoon. Before I could grab them back, the words flew out of my mouth. “I’m a…”