thinking about my own transgenderism and thinking about my earliest internal comprehension of knowing i was different and akin to something i didn’t have the words for yet and thinking about all of the children’s stories of little animals experiencing loss and heartbreak and learning bravery and love and hope through tragedy and through their heroism in the face of all that fear and impossible odds, they gain some form of rebirth that gave my young bewildered heart a deep sense of comfort and self recognition and inevitably shaped me into who i am today