Some of my earliest memories are the ones I wish I could forget. As a very young boy I can remember my mother dressing me like a girl I was very young but I knew it wasn't right. I had older sisters who did dancing and my mother would dress me in tights and dresses and all sorts of girls stuff and I hated it I can still remember visitors come over and they would bang on about it harmless people say well It still screws me up even thinking about it. I've sort of spoken to one of my sisters about it and she said if she knew it would affect me in the way it has she would never of done this, I believe her and I forgive her for it but when it comes to my mother she knew it made me feel embarrassed so with her I don't think I'll be able to forgive. And really why should I I'm not sure why it has messed me up it has but just thinking about it can sometimes quite easily ruin my day.