text:  I'm a little bit thumb voice. Whatever boy does, I does, you know. And my mom said, she's not right. She's competition with the boy. Oh my God, what can I do? You know, my mom was really, really worried me. My mother expected me to do a lot of chores, household chores like she would expect of girls my age. But I was not like other girls. I wanted to do what the boys did. And I was very competitive with them.