Submitted Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Growing up in a military family is never easy for children. Moving every three years and not having a solid, consistent friend base definitely has its downfalls, but it also has some good, right? You get to see a lot of cool, different place and spend a lot of time together as a family.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, but it wasn’t always easy for me growing up. Military families are generally more conservative. Add onto that the fact that my parents are Christian and it starts to get fun. Them being republican just makes it a party. And this is where I come in.
I had a fairly normal childhood to say the least, but late elementary school was when things started to change for me. Why, you might ask. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was because I was gay. There were quite a few clues that would tip almost anyone’s “gaydar” off had I been older, but no one thought anything of it when I was a child. I had a love for musicals (especially anything with Julie Andrews). For Christmas 1999, I wanted a Rapunzel-themed Barbie and Ken set. And I always had many more female friends than male friends. In reality this didn’t really mean anything, as I was still a child. I was never super effeminate, but this was just how it was. Some may ask why I was this way, but there is no definite answer. This goes back to the “nature vs. nurture” argument—something that I don’t want to get into at this moment.