There’s something profoundly moving about hearing the memories of trans individuals. Some of us always knew we were different, while others didn’t find the language or courage to express our truth until much later in life. I was the kid who loved dinosaurs, who dug in the mud to play with worms, chasing curiosity without fear. For a long time, I tried to ignore the quiet truth inside me, suppressing any sign that I might be queer—for the sake of my family, my relationships, my safety. But the truth only grew louder. Now, I’m able to look back and share these memories with pride. I, too, am an individual with a rich past, a love for exploration, and a deep hunger for authenticity. I’m grateful to the world—not for making it easy—but for challenging me in ways that led me to become my truest self.