I’ve been to a few pride events, but I think going to London Pride for the first time when I was 17 sticks out. I remember being overheated and my feet were aching, but I was so so happy to be in a crowd of people like me. I felt extremely visible and aware of how many people were around, and free to exist without judgement simultaneously. It was one of the first times I’d travelled out to a big city without my parents too, so it felt extra freeing.