The first memory I have is faded like an old photograph, the edges yellowed by the passing of time. I was sitting in a green garden, small flowers dotting the ground beneath my feet. I was around one and a half years old at the time, stumbling around on shaky legs. My older brother was somewhere in the bushes to my right. I could hear his squeaky laugh and the rustling of leaves as he and my father played together. ------ Or, Gunil's journey as a trans man.