My favorite pride story is my first Pride.
I had just moved to Toronto in 1996 and come out to my family earlier that year. I was asked to march in the parade with my employer at the time. My mom and my step father, who were visiting at the time, marched with me in the parade and we threw mardi-gras bead necklaces into the crowd it was a great time.
I met my first boyfriend that Pride, and made friends that I still have today … It was the perfect first Pride.