Real isn't how you are made, it's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, you become Real. Generally, by the time you are Real, most your hair has been loved off, and you get very shabby.
I have a deep curosity to know about everyone and sometimes I will make up people's personal stories just to feel like I know them.
I still hold a grudge against a coach I had in 4th grade who told me I had to either hit a homerun or go play softball with the other girls. I struck out, but never went to play softball with the girls-instead I almost got to play for the St. Paul Saints (Minor League Baseball).
I played Women's Professional Football with the Minnesota Vixen for a couple years.
I lack some social graces. I'm quiet but not shy, I just like to observe for a bit before (or if) I talk.
My socks never match. And I like hoodies because I feel like I have a mini cape.
I have a bit of the Peter Pan Syndrome... Not only do I not want to grow up, but I want to keep others remembering little joys from their childhood, or just the simple things that make us full of wonderment and happiness.
I do also think I'm an FTM... but I'm scared.
That's all I can think of right now...