Salem, OR (1977)
This is a photo of me (on the right) and my brother, Charlie - proudly displaying the treasures from an Easter egg hunt in the back yard.
Our parents had just divorced, which I remember as a painful time, but clearly we were enjoying an annual childhood ritual here.
|"Dressed up in my Easter Sunday best."|
Wonder Woman, Ms. Pac-Man, soap operas.
It wasn't until I was 13 years old, desperately trying to blend in with my peers, that I started to feel ashamed of being different. Salem was a close-minded place where few dared to challenge the mainstream. I kept most of my quirks hidden and didn't come out of the closet until the age of 27.