This is the first chapter of the story of my fursona's life. it is based heavily on my own. but I think you will enjoy reading about a fox much more than reading about me. So I guess I'm writing two versions of my memoirs: one furry, and one autobiographical.

anyways, the theme of the story is love. this is just an intro to Andrés before he ever found love.

Because the story upload is retarded, Ill go ahead and copy the whole story to here:


Chapter 1, Beginnings.

Andrés started out as a gay little kit, or rather, a "crazy little happy fox" (which a young wolf had called him when he was still little). He would run about wearing a towel as a cape and pretend to be a super hero. His uncle Chris knew he would grow up to be queer. He might just have had an eye for that sort of thing. After all, he had been with the same man since before Andrés was born. The young fox had never questioned their living together. Two grown men living in the same house did not seem weird to him. The question as to WHY they were living together never even popped into his head. It was always "Uncle Chris and Uncle Sammy." Sammy became his uncle too, and it didn't seem out of the ordinary even a little. It wasn't until after Andrés DID grow up to be queer that he figured it out. Even then, it didn't seem weird to him. They are married now, living in a state where such a union is legal. Andrés got his middle name from his Uncle Chris.

He was a bright fox. He had a huge imagination, was creative, and had a lot of potential. In first grade, he wanted to be a marine biologist. It was a rather obscure profession for a first grader to know about, and a long two words for one to know how to spell. He idolized famous Marine Biologists. Sharks fascinated him greatly. He was obsessed with them even before starting Kindergarten. Once as he sucked his thumb—a bad habit of his when he was young—while sitting in the child seat in the back of the car as his parent's car passed a pond with some ducks on it, Andrés pulled his thumb out to say "Ducks," popped it back in only to pull it out again and state, matter-of-factly, "No sharks there." Space also interested him a great deal, since my father was a red fox who worked as an aerospace engineer for a large company that helped make satellites. In Second Grade, Andrés joined rocketry, an after-school extra-curricular class for 4th and 5th grade students. In rocketry, he would make and launch model rockets. He was a little younger than the other kids in the class, though. Andrés was sometimes excused from regular class in order to build and paint rockets with the principal of his elementary school. He took pride in the fact that he was on such good terms with the principal, and he ended up becoming a bit mischievous because of it.

As bright, imaginative, creative, and full of potential as Andrés was, he became a bit of a problem child. William was the name of a coyote who was Andrés' best friend. He lived in a trailer park that was a little too far away for Andrés to walk or bike to. The two of them caused general mischief together. Then there was Brett, a river otter who Andrés picked on. Andrés was the kind of person who showed affection by picking on people. He would only pick on friends, though. Brett wasn't Andrés' only victim. Olivia was a young vixen whose skirt he pulled down in front of the entire class. That's when Andrés was diagnosed with A.D.D. and prescribed Ritalin, which he later grew to hate vehemently.

Before third grade, Andrés' family moved to Florida. His father accepted a promising job offer, and his family drove across the southeast quarter of America. Florida was quite a bit different than Colorado. The air was much more humid. The jack-o-lantern Andrés carved for Halloween was filled with mold before the holiday even happened. Andrés did not enjoy school in Florida. Back in Boulder, he had been friends with the principal. He was full of potential. In Florida, though, he could only watch as others bullied an overweight kid on the bus. It was not the same playful picking on that he did to Brett. Andrés had never ridden a bus to get to and from school, and he grew to loathe the experience. Andrés' teacher was almost as bad, and made a girl cry in class.

However, there was a lot that he enjoyed about Florida. The front yard of the house he moved into was about an acre, and the back yard was a lake front. Exploring the front yard was always fun. Giant orb weaver spiders wove huge webs between two trees. In the mornings, the dew would make every strand visible, and one could appreciate their beauty. Tiny fire ants built mounds of reddish-brown dirt that Andrés' younger sister stepped in once. There were several kinds of fruits growing in the front yard, from oranges to bananas to grapefruits. Storks would stride in the yard and pick fat grubs from the wet morning ground. The rotted shack in the center of the front yard became a clubhouse for Andrés and his sisters. They found a snapping turtle on the side of the road once and their father managed to get him by the shell and take him to the lake behind the house. It was an entirely different and more "wild" nature than Andrés was used to back in Colorado. He loved it; the lake, the yard, the spiders, the fruit. He fell even more in love with nature than he was before. However, because of the teacher and the bully on the bus, Andrés never thought much of Florida in general, and was not unhappy when the job offer his father accepted turned out to be a scam and halfway through the school-year his family moved back to Boulder.

Before they had left, Andrés and his family went to Saint Martin De Porris Cathloic church. The nuns under the pastor were very good with children, so there were a lot of other families with kids who went there. Andrés went to Sunday-school every week during a certain time of mass. John Paul was one of the other kids the same age as Andrés. He, like Brett, became a friend of Andrés to be picked on. After Andrés moved back from Florida, the opportunity to pick on him even more arose. Upon returning to Boulder, Andrés' family moved to South Boulder instead of North Boulder and he started going to the same school as John Paul. Most of Andrés' closest friends, he made through John Paul. It was in that second half of the third
grade that Andrés met the first person he ever loved through John Paul. Samuel was his name...