Absolutely. As a toddler I became adamant that I was previously a boy named something similar to John and lived in the Middle East. I described my life and death in detail. I still remember snippets clearly. I'm not a particularly spiritual person, but have always wondered if it was echos of a past life.
I leaned into this so hard that I refused to wear girl's clothing, and wanted nothing to do with girly things. I think my parents must have figured I'd grow out of it, but the masculine streak stuck with me.
My gender and pronouns are evolving at this point. He/they is fine but I've been playing around with detransition, so some days I prefer she. I won't take offense at whatever way you refer to me.