As a young child, I was never interested in playing with Mommy's or Big Sister's make up. As a young child, I was more interested in playing with Daddy's work tools. Being a typical Disney-like princess who sat there and looked pretty never interested me much. Instead, my imagination was filled with being a knightly prince who stabbed everyone with his almighty sword and had dramatic entrances on his noble horse. Back then, when my female friends and I would play make believe, playing the role of the mommy was a joke. Me? Be a mommy? As if. I wanted to be daddy, or even better yet, the obnoxious brother, because everyone knew that girls had cooties and that love was a yucky, cootie filled thing.
In addition to rejecting female roles in pretend play, I was quite the video game addict. I didn't care for games geared towards young girls. My type of game was generally geared for teenage or adult males. You know, ones filled with guns, blood, and guts. Doom was a personal favorite of mine.