The first time I remember being out-of-body was in church. I was about 9-10, in a catholic church in Toronto Canada. As the latin mass started I would flow back into myself, relax and hum along daydreaming for the next 30 minutes or so. I remember wondering what the Priest was doing with his back turned to us. Always the same, every week, until one day all of a sudden I was serenely looking down on the Priest, I could see what he was doing at the Altar. Everything was in a shimmering light, it was weird.

When we left, I started to mention it to the other guys but was cut off by excited and heated discussion  about a hockey game,.. perspective, remember the lessons I learned being Transgender, don't say anything before you hear someone else mention the subject. So I did not speak of it and as the weeks went on I looked forward to church just for the floating feeling. and I came also to realize it was not the norm, no one spoke of it and they seemed to fear anything out of that norm. 

I guess I grew out of it as I came into the wrong puberty and was jarred by huge swings in emotions. One moment I wanted to cuddle a barbie doll, the next to kill any boys who happened into my sight. I was a raging hot mess. It was then I left home, ran away that is. Life got weirder and more dangerous but also more exhilarating in my late teens. I turned 20 in 1967, the summer of love in California!!