Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

It was many things that day. It was a sleepless night. It was a summer morning. It turned out to be a baby boy, not a baby girl, as the scans had originally predicted a few months earlier. This threw a real spanner in the works, since the happy couple had painted the babies room specially pink, and bought everything distinctly 'girl' ified.
So for the first few months of Logans life he wore girls clothing. Soon his parents could afford boy clothes, and they switched them as soon as possible, in fear that it would damage his mental health for years to come.

His early years consisted of, and not limited to the following, dogs on choker chains dancing around trying to get at him, slat decks, un cut lawns, old cars in back yards which he would play in, a series of badly made huts and forts which enivitably would start smelling like cat pee, fireworks, other kids running up and down the street, bikes, the occasional skate board, which he was never any good on, and parents.
Oh the dreaded parent, the adult who would come to take the fun away. The one that would tell him to stop picking his nose. The one who would continually scold him and keep him in line.

But these years were only the prelude of our story.