My First Boyfriend
My First Boyfriend My father died when I was too young to remember and I grew up quite happily with my mother and sister; my sister Jenny being three years older than me. I loved dressing up in my sister's cast-off clothes when I was little and my mum thought it was a cute quirk. It was only after I started school that she began to feel protective about my hobby and told me never to let anyone know because they might not understand. When I got to about nine she became even more...