Bryant, age 7
Plantation, Florida (1993)
I was one of the lucky ones with my family. From a very early age, my mother knew she had a gay son. She always tells the story of how I used to be obsessed with "The Little Mermaid" and how I REALLY wanted the Ariel Barbie doll.
Although my dad didn't approve, she bought the doll for my birthday.
And I took Ariel with me just about everywhere: to the store, to school for show and tell, and to our family gatherings.
One day we went to the beach and Ariel was right by my side. I wanted to go swimming in the ocean and it's only natural that I wanted to take my mermaid doll for a swim.
Unfortunately, due to a huge wave I lost grip of my beloved doll, and she was taken out to sea.
My dad swam out to try to save her, but it was too late. I was crushed and I cried for days. My mom said she was home under the sea, but I just couldn't get over it.
The next day I woke up to find a new Ariel Barbie and a note from my mother that said, "Look who came home!!!" And all was right in the world again.
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