When I was a kid, I liked a girl from the neighborhood yard. She had chestnut-to-shoulder hair, a blue jeans suit and stunningly sad blue eyes. What her name was and I had no idea, asking friends is dangerous. You know yourself, “Tili-Testo...” I watched her for endless weeks. No, of course I ran, orally with the boys, apparently trying to get her attention, but looked if she was looking at me. She looked, of course, and in her eyes read her desire to join our games, but for some reason she did not go. Days, weeks passed...How did my lava story end? It was a boy. Just very similar to a girl. I probably realized then for the first time that something was wrong with this world and that girls could be boys.