Personal Narrative: Breaking Gender Roles

The only time I remember breaking a gender role was when I was about seven years old. As a child growing up in a very snowy climate, an absolute necessity was snowshoes that left little monster footprints. All of my classmates had a pair, so I begged my mother to buy me some too. And so we went to a sporting good's store that carried the shoes and suddenly there was a problem. I think at some point in all of our lives we saw pink as a color we absolutely did not want to have. Otherwise, a peer would make a comment about how it was a lame or girly color to like. So, of course, I want the blue ones just like all or most of my female classmates had instead of the pink ones. But my mother took one look at the box they came in and said no, because
"For Boys" was right on the front in a huge font. She tried talking me into the pink ones, which were labeled "For Girls", but I had made up my mind. As my mother was about to explain why I had to get the pink ones, a girl and her dad showed up next to us. She grabbed the pink ones, loudly telling me pink was for girls. Probably just to spite them, my mother picked up the blue snowshoes and said that colors are colors. So I got my blue snowshoes and after that, she didn't really care what color things I wanted, as long as I was happy.