So, I was cleaning up my room a bit, when I happened upon a skirt I bought last year at a thrift shop. I had bought it for one purpose, really, then never used it since. However, my mind suddenly rewinded to an earlier memory, from a few years back...

It was my first summer away from home. I mean, really away: traveling around New England with other teens, having fun, with music... I was trying new things, learning about the world, and even cross dressed.

This one girl and I went to some clothing store. She talked me in to buying a skirt for one purpose, just to wear for an hour for an old tradition the camp does. I liked it. It was a brown skirt, almost kilt like, but still obviously a skirt. I bought it, and wore it.

It felt nice, right. I ended up wearing it more often, which the other kids were cool with. However, on the last day, my mom saw me wearing the skirt... And, she did not apprdciate it one bit. Upon leaving, from the second I entered the car to the end of the three hour drive home, she was lecturing me, yelling and scolding me, telling me all that was wrong with all that I was doing, and all that.

I still wore it a few more times after, and she found out, soon sneaking in to my closet, grabbing it, and selling it. It was a couple years before I bought another one, as an adult, but I didn't end up using it, the experience kind of, ruined by that memory of my mom's severe disappointment.

I mean, I can't blame her one bit; she just wants what's best for me. Just, sharing memories.