When I was a little boy and I would come to Alabama for the summer, the neighbors a few houses down from my grandmother were the Mims. We used to play together and have sleepovers-mostly my sister spending the night with the girls--and sometimes I would. Faye, the mom, would take us different places everyday and we have a great old time. They had a boy named Michael, we were the same age. His mother used to call him beautiful and say that he was her pretty boy, he was blond and a very gentle child. We played together all of the time and had much fun. He grew up to be gay.