The summer before I turned four, my Mom and Dad bought a row house on Dufferin Street. I began attending kindergarten at a nearby school. My grandmother took care of me when my Mom went to work. She took me to school, made me lunch, and picked me up. One day, she had taken it upon herself to cut my hair. My Mom came home from work that day shocked, then upset because her little girl looked just like a little boy.
So, I had a bowl cut, wore t-shirts and sweatpants, and preferred playing with the huge wooden blocks, the yellow trucks, and games of tag. It was much more fun than hanging…

