Twenty percent??? Yikes,when I was a kid in the 1950s I identified as a cowboy...and I’ll wager that a good percentage of American boys of that era did as well.
I loved dressing up as a cowgirl! Mom made me a red skirt with yellow fringe, and I wore my brother’s boots that he had outgrown. Had a toy cap gun (paper caps) that I carried from a belt around my waist (no holster to put it in, brother had that and it was HIS.) I even had a straw hat with a red star on it that I wore with my little cowgirl outfit. They called me Calamity Jane, LOL. Those are some fond memories of days gone by.
I am part Cherokee and I still identified as a cowboy...LOL
We lived in a Japanese neighborhood when our youngest was little.
He was only about 3 years old when he told me that he wanted to be Japanese.
We thought it was funny back then, now some idiot parents would
take him for Asianizing surgery (if they have such a thing).
When I was a kid in the 1950s I identified as a Cowboy, too. And I was a girl. Flint McCulough had the coolest horse and he could talk to Indians! Guess today I’d be a candidate for “gender affirming care.” Glad it didn’t exist back then, I’m a mother and a grandmother.