I think the fact that Nursery School sent home a note, that I was a well mannered, and very behaved child, however, had tendencies to twirl around like Wonder Woman might have tipped them off.
As time progressed, My sister and I would dress up her Barbies and do their hair. She would return her Barbie's hair back to normal, and I would become a little perturbed with this, so, with scissors, I cut her Barbie's noses off to say "There, you want her ugly now, she's ugly!"
I think the kicker was my aunt - she dressed me up and did my make-up as Boy George for Halloween one year - my dad had a shit fit, and I ended up going out as a pirate...
Little did he know - it was a suitable costume as well - I was going to be a butt pirate anyways