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Hello,
Being adopted isn't a problem at all. I was told at a young 5/6 i guess. I loved my parents and my only brother. ( Even though my brother and I were 7 yrs apart) I grew up loving this cartoon, George of the jungle, and read this book about curious George. I was a busy little child , and as nosy as can be. I had a cousin that called me " destructo ", I guess I tore up all his toys. I have no Idea what I was called at home, besides "Zackie". I do remember the shouting of that name. Even though I got into trouble all the time. I think I enjoyed the attention. The only difference between me, and that monkey (George of the jungle) He swung into trees. I ran into my dad's colorful belts. My butt stayed in trouble so much. I should have ran into the trees instead of the belt. I guess George was a famous name to me, because if didn't run into trouble. I was being nosy, and curious, just like the other monkey (Curious George) . Monkey oh me. Being a adoptee didn't hurt me, nor was I sad about it. I was a teenager going threw tough times. Then it became rough times. A mother has to do what's best for herself, and the baby. I really understand that life can be ruff, and scary. I think that the more open honesty will cure the peace in this adoption world. We all suffer, I feel this invisible heart, and my birth mother feel the same. It should be honest love instead of suffering guilt. I can't change the pass, but I can I can let go. Life for me was like living like my monkey friernds. I just stayed in trouble all the time or I was doing somthing stupd. I was so busy and curious as a child/teenager just fishing for some luck. I believe deep down inside my body, I new my life was in a rejected mood. One thing I don't understand is how in the hill did i get to were I'm today. I was such a happy person. I feel like majority of me is floating. I'm in school now, and the wierdist thing happen. My teacher gave me this book called," Things Fall Apart". I'm thinking, he's {crazy} if I'm going to read this. Then the next book was " Night" by Elie Wiesel. Get it and read it. I guess I'm greatful to be living after all. I think my teacher needs to start finding better books for us to read. Before reading the book, my teacher gave the class 16 pages about Children and The Holocoast **ha**. Boy did that do it for me. I would like to say, today adoptions are better. "Just wanted to get some writing training" Zacqrich |
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Thanks for sharing your story here..
I hope my kids will grow up and be happy...Cathy
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Adoptive mom Lexi.....4 years old Sean....3 years old 15 months apart... ![]() Both Domestic Adoption |
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