Erica: Coming out, one girls life story chapter 1 part 1
Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 11:43 am
Erica: Coming out. One girl’s life story. Chapter one
I was born April 10th 1965 and my parents named me Eric. To them I was they’re brand new beautiful baby boy and they had no reason to think otherwise. I was the youngest of four being six years younger than my youngest sister with an older sister being two years older than her and a bother being two years older than that.
My earliest recollections are of living in a big beautiful house in Norwalk Connecticut around the age of three. We lived in the country with a cornfield across the dirt road and what I thought was an enchanted forest for a backyard. Our closest neighbor was a house next door about a half mile away, or at least it seemed that far to my tiny stride. A rather eccentric English family lived there. I remember playing Chitty Chitty Bang Bang in an old open top car they had in they’re dusty garage and it seemed that that was the only song they knew how to play on they’re old upright piano in they’re parlor. I don’t recall how many children they had but remember the youngest boy who was close to my youngest sister’s age, so about nine maybe? We visited as often as we could I guess, my brother and sisters did anyway, for me not quite so often but I remember playing Don’t Spill the Beans and I remember getting into trouble because I ate the beans. Back then the beans were real.
Anyway, most of my time was spent at home with my Mom and Grandma. My Mom was very kind, beautiful and I was the world to her. Grandma was a tiny Scottish lady about 4’11” and very kind but maybe just a little bit stern, or so it seemed to me. Grandma would take me for walks in the enchanted forest on a lovely winding path to pick berries for a pie in the summer time. In the winter we would skate on a small frozen pond. She would always make an extra little berry tart for me to enjoy while the pie cooled before dinner.
I shared a room with my brother who saw me as nothing but a hazard, a potential threat to breaking his precious model airplanes but I had no such interest, except maybe once when I did indeed brake the plan I was inspecting and boy did I catch hell for that from him. I spent most of my time playing in my sisters room with they’re toys and I loved wearing mommy’s shoes as often as I could. I was young enough my Mom just thought it was cute.
I was born April 10th 1965 and my parents named me Eric. To them I was they’re brand new beautiful baby boy and they had no reason to think otherwise. I was the youngest of four being six years younger than my youngest sister with an older sister being two years older than her and a bother being two years older than that.
My earliest recollections are of living in a big beautiful house in Norwalk Connecticut around the age of three. We lived in the country with a cornfield across the dirt road and what I thought was an enchanted forest for a backyard. Our closest neighbor was a house next door about a half mile away, or at least it seemed that far to my tiny stride. A rather eccentric English family lived there. I remember playing Chitty Chitty Bang Bang in an old open top car they had in they’re dusty garage and it seemed that that was the only song they knew how to play on they’re old upright piano in they’re parlor. I don’t recall how many children they had but remember the youngest boy who was close to my youngest sister’s age, so about nine maybe? We visited as often as we could I guess, my brother and sisters did anyway, for me not quite so often but I remember playing Don’t Spill the Beans and I remember getting into trouble because I ate the beans. Back then the beans were real.
Anyway, most of my time was spent at home with my Mom and Grandma. My Mom was very kind, beautiful and I was the world to her. Grandma was a tiny Scottish lady about 4’11” and very kind but maybe just a little bit stern, or so it seemed to me. Grandma would take me for walks in the enchanted forest on a lovely winding path to pick berries for a pie in the summer time. In the winter we would skate on a small frozen pond. She would always make an extra little berry tart for me to enjoy while the pie cooled before dinner.
I shared a room with my brother who saw me as nothing but a hazard, a potential threat to breaking his precious model airplanes but I had no such interest, except maybe once when I did indeed brake the plan I was inspecting and boy did I catch hell for that from him. I spent most of my time playing in my sisters room with they’re toys and I loved wearing mommy’s shoes as often as I could. I was young enough my Mom just thought it was cute.