Boone The Early YearsChapter 07
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My name is Joshua. Joshua T. Sullivan. I was born a perfectly normal
boy; perfect that is except for being blind in my left eye. The funny
thing is that the eye looks normal and acts normal, just somewhere
between the eye and my brain the sight signal gets lost. My parents
told me that it was quite some time before they realized I couldn't even
see out of that eye. Most people would consider this a handicap, but
nobody could possibly imagine the world that would eventually be opened
up to me because of my condition. But we'll get to that soon enough.
As I said, and except as stated previously, I grew up a perfectly
normal, perfectly adjusted little boy. I got G.I. Joes for Christmas,
and wanted to be a fireman when I grew up. I played perfectly fine with
other boys, and most girls were just plain yucky. I say 'most' because
as with most young children I also had an imaginary friend. But the
strange thing was that my imaginary friend was a little girl named
Tiffany. I don't remember ever actually talking to or playing with her,
but my parents tell me that I talked about her a lot. With age, she
faded, and eventually went away all together.
By the time I entered elementary school I was playing with worms and
doing all the crazy things a boy of my age would do, including avoiding
girls. I must say at this point that I was a rough and tumble kid too.
My friends and I would wrestle, we would jump off the slide in the
playground instead of sliding down it, and would spin on the merry-go-
round as fast as we could until it flung us off into a bush, a friend,
or even a tree. All of this happened with no ill effects other than
being slightly dazed. The fact that I could not see out of my left eye
meant nothing to my friends or me. We were perfectly normal
rambunctious kids in every way.
At the age of twelve I told my parents that I wanted to play Little
League. All my friends were playing, and I didn't see why I shouldn't
be allowed to play as well. Of course the issue came up that my vision
problem would make it unsafe for me to play. My parents threatened to
take the league to court if I didn't get an opportunity, and the league
officials finally relented.
I actually turned out to be pretty good too. Okay, so I was no Babe
Ruth or Derek Jeter, but I held my own pretty well. It wasn't long
before the coach and the rest of the team started treating me like just
another player, and not the kid with the bum eye.
It was a day in mid-summer when my whole world changed. Oh man did it
change! There was only one out, and I had got a hit that put me on
first base. I was leading off of first base and had a steal sign from
the third base coach. As soon as I saw the pitcher make his move to
throw to the batter I put my head down and sprinted for all I was worth
towards second base. About three steps later I heard the batter make a
solid connection with the ball, and half a heartbeat later the ball hit
me in the head so hard that it knocked me off my feet. Thank goodness I
was still wearing my batting helmet.
Unfortunately, since I did not make it to second base and stopped the
ball in the process, this led to an easy double-play which ended the
inning.
My team mates came running up to me asking, "Are you ok Tiffany?" The
coaches came running up as well and told the other girls to break it up
and get to their positions. They asked me how I felt, and I said fine.
They said they weren't going to take any chances and benched me for the
rest of the game, and had another girl take my position in the outfield.
As I sat on the bench I was feeling odd. Not sick or dizzy or anything,
just odd. I felt perfectly normal. I knew my name was Tiffany J.
Sullivan and I had clear memories of being raised a perfectly normal
young girl. Well, except for being blind in my left eye. I had
memories of being quite a tom-boy growing up too. Playing with worms
and doing all the rough and tumble stuff.
And as I was sitting there trying to figure out what was out of place,
the name Joshua popped into my head. I had an imaginary childhood
friend named Joshua, but hadn't thought of him in years. Why did he pop
into my head all of a sudden?
And the more I thought of him, the more I realized that this was a lot
more. I started to remember being raised as a young boy as well. Very
similar memories of me growing up as a girl, but definitely a boy.
By the time the game was over, I had a lot on my mind trying to figure
out these two persons in my head. When my parents picked me up, the
coaches told them I had been hit in the helmet with a line drive and to
keep an eye on me. The first thing they asked me was if I was alright,
and I said yea, I was perfectly fine. I didn't tell them about Joshua
though; I didn't want a one way ride to the loony bin.
And at that point, things went back to normal. I went to school the
very next day, and sat and chatted with the other girls during lunch. I
came home and did my homework in my room with posters of Justin Bieber
and Taylor Swift on my walls. In no time flat, Joshua became an
afterthought as I settled into being a normal twelve-year-old girl.
Three months later for my thirteenth birthday, my parents decided to
take me to Skateland for a birthday party. All my friends were there
and it was a real blast. Towards the end of the night there was a speed
skate, and my friends and I decided to make a race of it. I won't lie
to you and say I was winning, but I was doing pretty well. But I do not
like to lose, and I pushed myself as hard as I could. Coming around a
corner towards the end of the race I lost my footing and went down,
sliding into a wall.
My best friend Daniel came up behind me laughing. "Man, Joshua, you
were in the lead, but just had to push it didn't ya. Talk about going
from first to worst!" And we both laughed.
I asked Daniel if he would give me a second, and I just sat there on the
floor. He asked me if I was okay, and I said yea. I just wanted to sit
there and make sure.
In truth, something was in fact wrong. This time I had much clearer
memories. Memories of Tiffany; memories of me. I had solid memories of
the last three months since being hit by the bean ball. Memories of
being a boy and doing typical boy stuff. But this time I had memories
of Tiffany too; memories of a same, but opposite existence.
I had memories of being Tiffany, but while I was her, this body
continued to exist as well, and I had memories of it doing things I
would have normally done. It was so weird having those feelings, and
even harder to put into words. I knew I was living as Tiffany, but had
memories of being Joshua as well, even though I know I wasn't there.
I got back up and joined the party, still not telling anyone; I doubt
anyone would have believed me. I went back to my life, but unlike the
last time, I didn't just let Tiffany fade away. Was I living two lives?
I had to know what was going on.
I was afraid to ask anyone about it because of my fear of being labeled
a nut, but still I was curious. One night I was watching Star Trek the
Next Generation, and it was an episode about multiple planes of
existence. I was enthralled. I asked my parents if they believed that
there could be a Parallel Universe like they talked about in Star Trek.
My dad said that anything was possible, but we had no way for knowing
for sure. I didn't say anything more, but felt relatively certain that
I knew. And I was pretty sure.
Now that I felt I knew what was happening, I had to make sure. To test
my theory, I had to be Tiffany again. And I was pretty sure I knew just
how to do it. I went over to the corner of my room and grabbed my
baseball batting helmet and put it on; then grabbed my baseball bat. I
steadied my nerves, and stared at the bat. Then with a swift motion,
brought it down bopped myself on the top of my head. Not hard enough I
thought to myself so I held the bat away even farther, and steeled my
nerves to swing again.
And just before I could, I heard my mother come screaming into my room.
"Tiffany Joshua Sullivan! Just what the hell do you think you are
doing!!!"
I stood there slack jawed. Several things were going through my head at
the same time. One was that this time I knew for a fact that only
moments before I had been a boy named Joshua. Second, I could feel
someway somehow that he just got a chewing out by his mother too, and
lastly, what my mother called me. That surprised me the most.
I asked my mother why she had called me that, and she said it was my
name. She then asked me again what I was doing, and I said it was a
simple physics experiment. She said since when to thirteen year old
girls do physics experiments? I reiterated that I was just trying
something out, and added that I WAS wearing a helmet. Helmet or not
young lady, you won't be doing that again, do you understand me? I said
yes ma'am.
I then went back to the name thing. I said that I never knew I had a
real middle name, and that I thought I just had a middle initial. She
said that Joshua is what I would have been named had I been born a boy,
and for simplicity sake they just used "J" on all documents because
Joshua wasn't much of a girl's name. I laughed and agreed with her.
She then added something I wasn't expecting. She said when I was a
little girl and had an imaginary friend named Joshua, it kind of spooked
her and dad. They had never told me my middle name was Joshua, and for
me as a little girl to pull that name out of thin air was just... well...
spooky. I laughed again, and said that I kind of understood what she
was saying. But I left it at that. I didn't tell her that as a little
girl, my imaginary friend wasn't so imaginary after all.
She grabbed the bat from my hand, shook it at me, and said "And no more
of this, do you understand?" I said yes ma'am. And then she lovingly
bopped me on the top of the batting helmet before putting the bat in the
closet and walking out of the room. Then she stopped and turned around.
"Oh, and Joshua, don't forget to do the dishes." And she walked out,
closing the door behind her.
Hmm, I was back to Joshua again. Okay, so it didn't take much. But
that didn't make sense at first. As a child I was quite the little
daredevil, but felt quite certain that I never made the hop between my
two realities until just recently. I could only guess that when I was
first hit in the head with the bean ball that something changed, and
that's when it all really started.
When I was young, there was obviously a connection of some sort, but
just that, a connection. The accident on the baseball diamond
apparently re-opened that connection, but did more and made it a full
blown gateway.
Whatever it was, opened up two separate lives to me; one as a boy, one
as a girl, but both feeling perfectly normal and natural. Each time I
jumped from one existence to the other, I managed to retain memories
from both versions of me. And each time I jumped, the link seemed to
grow stronger. I felt more of a connection to the other reality, and
brought a few things across realities.
As a boy, I learned in a more intimate way, what a girl wants and needs.
And just as importantly, what they do not like and find offensive. This
helped me be less awkward towards girls than most boys my age.
As a girl, I was able to figure out boys a little easier than other
girls. I could pick out the ones that were true gentlemen a bit easier,
and knew the ones that just wanted to go for a romp in the hay, and stay
away from them.
What was really weird though is that they were both a version of me, but
they were individuals as well. The two realities mirrored each other
pretty evenly. If Joshua was sick, it was a safe bet that Tiffany was
too. If Tiffany was spending the night with her friends seeing a chick-
flick at the theater, Joshua was probably at the movies with the guys
watching a bang-em-up action flick.
But as a guy, there was no desire to be a girl. I was happy being a
guy, and doing guy things. And as Tiffany, I enjoyed being a girl. It
felt natural, it felt normal. I had no desire to be a boy. I enjoyed
being Joshua, and I enjoyed being Tiffany.
And so it was that through my teen years, I hopped between realities a
few times a year; sometimes intentional, but mostly accidental. I was
happy and well-adjusted in whichever reality I was in, and that was good
enough for me. Tiffany was like a sister to me, maybe just a bit
closer. And obviously feelings went the other way too.
At the age of sixteen, we lost our virginity. Joshua had a steady
girlfriend at the time, and Tiffany had a boyfriend. I was in Tiffany's
reality when it happened. It was nothing planned, and the most
beautiful and spontaneous moment - for both of us. As Tiffany, I looked
into his eyes and saw only caring and compassion. He waited for me to
invite him in, and was the most perfect gentleman. Since it was such a
spontaneous moment, there was no protection. But it was beautiful.
When I returned to Joshua's reality two weeks later, I remembered a very
loving moment between myself and my girlfriend Diana. I was the perfect
gentleman, and didn't make a move at her until she expressed her
desires. Again, there was no protection, only love.
Not long afterwards, Diana and I were walking out of the theatre when
she stopped and said she had to talk to me. I could see concern in her
face, and asked her what was wrong. She then told me that she had
missed her period. In the most loving way I could, I told her that I
would do whatever was necessary. If she wanted to have a baby, I was
prepared to be a father. If she wanted to give it up or have an
abortion, again, I would support her in every way I could as well. We
held each other and she cried. We knew as teenagers, we had a rough
road ahead of us.
I then did something totally unexpected. I asked Diana to slap me.
Slap me as hard as she could. She asked why, and I just told her I
deserved it. She said I did not, but I told her I would feel better if
she did anyway. She said okay, and slapped me, but only in a friendly
loving way. I told her I needed her to really slap me. Again she asked
why, and I asked please, just do it. Then she said, okay, you asked for
it, and drew back and slapped me with all she had.
The hit was hard enough that it knocked me back a few paces. I looked
up into Daniels eyes and he was crying. He said he was so sorry, and
asked me to never ask him to hit me again. I just stood there rubbing
my stinging cheek. I looked into his eyes and simply said thank you. I
love you even more for this. He asked me "How so?" I told him that it
proved he loved me to do something I asked of him; even though it was
something it hurt him to do.
Or at least that is what I told him. In truth, I needed to be Tiffany
again. And as I searched my memories, I found what I had expected - and
feared. I had just told Daniel that I had missed my period.
Getting in the car, Daniel asked me where I wanted to go. Did I want to
go home, or did I want to go somewhere else. I told him to drive out to
the beach. The crashing waves in the evening would be relaxing.
We never made it to the beach. We barely made it out of the parking
lot.
I awoke groggily. Somebody was holding my hand. It was my mother, and
as she saw me starting to stir, she started crying. Then I could tell
by the voices that the room I was in was starting to fill up. As they
started to poke and prod and ask questions of me, I realized I was in a
hospital.
The information that eventually worked its way to the surface was
devastating. I was driving and had just pulled out of the parking lot
of the theatre when a truck driver who had fallen asleep at the wheel
broadsided us at full speed. I had been in a coma for four months and
had multiple surgeries.
My throat was dry, but as best as I could I said one word - Diana. And
there was more crying. My mother didn't have the strength to tell me,
so it fell to the doctor to tell me that Diana had not survived the
crash. He said that when I arrived at the hospital, they had given me a
10% chance of survival, but somehow I pulled through.
I had multiple broken bones and a very serious head injury. They said I
had to go through an operation to relieve swelling of the brain. They
also said that the brain surgery revealed an abnormal growth in my brain
just behind my left eye, and they had removed it as well. The doctor
asked me to try and open my eyes. It hurt. For the first time in my
life, it hurt to open my eyes. But as I did, I saw a sliver of light -
through both eyes. From a whole lot of bad, came just a little bit of
good. For the first time in my life, both of my eyes worked.
I would remain in the hospital for another three weeks recovering from
my injuries. I wanted so bad to check on Tiffany, but it just wasn't
possible in the hospital. Finally I was able to go home. I was still
in a much weakened condition, and was restricted to bed rest but I got
to go home.
The first night I was home, I intentionally rolled out of bed and hit
the floor as hard as I could. My mother heard the thump from the other
side of the house and came running into my room. "Joshua, Joshua, are
you okay?" My mother was panicking, and I lied and told her I was
reaching for some water and just rolled too far. She got me back in
bed, handed me the water, and told me to be more careful. I just told
her Thanks.
She walked back out of the room and I turned towards the wall. I hit my
head against the wall and knew I was still Joshua. I hit my head
against the wall again, and started to cry. Tiffany, where are you. I
hit my head against the wall again and put a crack in the dry wall. My
mother came running in again, but I continued to hit my head against the
wall. It took both her and my dad to finally restrain me.
In my mother's arms I just cried. "She's gone," I kept muttering to
myself. "She's gone." My mother just held me saying it wasn't my
fault. She thought I was crying for Diana. While I truly missed Diana,
it was Tiffany I was crying for.
Physically, I healed quickly. Emotionally... it took longer, a LOT
longer. You just don't get over losing so much. As far as the world
knew, I lost one person in that accident that meant so much to me. In
truth, I lost four. I lost Diana, a girl that I loved and was ready to
spend my life with. I lost Tiffany, who was another part of me all
together. And lastly, but in no small measure, I lost both of their
unborn children.
Many years later, I have graduated college, and become a successful
scientist. In the years since the accident, I have had no connection
with Tiffany. I can only assume she survived for the simple reason that
I survived it as well. At least that is what I hope. I can no longer
feel her, so I just don't know. I only have the memories.
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