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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Hellefire" data-source="post: 2226988" data-attributes="member: 28129">Kemrain, that was a pretty moving story. The only part I didn't like is it being called a 'disorder'. Makes it sound like an illness or lack of something or bad. Now, I haven't really known any transexuals (really Rocky Horror is the only thing that pops to mind), but it seems to me to be more a natural inclination than a disorder. Just my thoughts. Aaron My definining moment/s surround my baby girl, Sunshine. The most amazing was when she was actually born. The moment I found out about it was pretty high up there too. My defining moments just involving me, well, there are a few. Nothing much compared to some of the stories on here. But there was an instance, I was a freshman in college, and sent to a Leadership camp by my R.A. It was in the mountains in CA, in the snow. I ditched one of the seminars to go climbing (because I missed snow from my home in AK). I was walking along a ridge, when I slipped in the snow and started sliding down the side. It was kind of fun, but the slope started to increase and I started going faster. There were small scrub pines so I couldn't really see where I was headed. I started to grab them to stop myself, but they kept sliding thru my hands, leaving handfulls of pine needles and just slowing me slightly. There wasn't really anything for me to dig my feet or hands into, so I kept grabbing trees and gradually slowed. And eventually stopped. And looked down. About a foot from the end of my feet, the ground dropped off. I tried using the scrub trees to pull myself up from the edge, but it was too steep and they were too slippery and my hands were almost numb from the cold. I couldn't even work myself sideways. There was only one way to go, and that was down. So, I very slowly, very carefully, lowered myself down to the dropoff. And it dropped off. About 300 feet. I couldn't go up, I couldn't go sideways, I had to go down. And my hands were getting worse by the minute. It was at that point my fear left me and I got excited. I was freaked out by almost having gone over that edge, but I have spent most of my life in Alaska, free climbing mountains in all types of weather and temperatures. And it suddenly looked fun. I had to get down. So I did. I think it took a good hour. I was shaking and laughing and crying all at the same time when I got to the bottom. I stumbled back to the seminar, which was just finishing it's 3 hour session for a break. I didn't know how to explain it to anybody, and didn't want to get in trouble, so I didn't. But, at that time, I realized that a) I can get things done when I need to, and b) I am an adrenaline junkie!</blockquote>

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