I’m so lucky that my family figured out *real quick* that I was not a dolls & pink kind of kid, and was instead a legos (later video games) and green kind of a kid. (Though some of them do still think I’m a girl.) I got scared one time, not long before my grandpa passed, when I came to visit as a young adult, and there was a 3 foot tall doll sitting in one of the chairs. I asked my grandpa “That’s not for me, is it?” and he said something like “Oh goodness no, it’s for a friend’s little girl. I know you better than that. When you were born and the doctor said “it’s a girl!”, I thought I’d have a granddaughter who’d play with dolls and dress them up, but I’m so glad to have had you instead.” And this was all before I think I had even heard of “nonbinary”, and he also was 80+ years old and lived in rural Southern US his whole life.