My problem to begin with is of very long standing, all my conscious life, I have been aware that I was of the wrong sex. There was a place way up in the branches of a tree where I grew up that branched out close enough I could lie in it like a hammock. I would lie there and look up through the leaves to the sky and pray. I would promise, and I would offer anything if God would do a miracle for me and make me a girl some day. Any day.