Ten is a funny age as some of look a bit bigger and grown up, almost passing for high school and yet others of us haven't put on a growth spurt so when it comes to some of our features like our faces we look more eight and a bit.
I loved ten cos not only was I still a 'little girl', I was under no pressure to try to be a 'big girl' of twelve from anyone which was fine as in some respects it was becoming apparent I wasn't really that mature as some of my peers and being handled a bit younger was better.
At least at ten you do a bit of slack even if rightly we have to show some maturity and my headmaster had moved me on a bit towards where the others were.
It wasn't that I didn't feel a bit different for having the likes and different needs than most of the children which in school officially I was lumped in with but most of time we just played so together we found a way of accommodating it which given just how binary the playground was with the girls not wanting you either was as well.
In any event I felt more able to be me with my girl-like ways unlike those today who may go on to transition as women so it wasn't wanting to be a girl back then so much as having spaces to express the whole me as this girl.
My only regrets were not having the freedom to dress as I felt comfortable as and play the sports I preferred.
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