It all started in the beginning, when my parents met! Their meeting wasn't all it was cracked up to be. They met through mutual friends, but that's another story. This is supposed to be about me! I have one of each, a brother and a sister. Except, none of us have the same father. See my parents kind of did it right. They got married before they physically had any children together, but on the wedding day my mom was five months pregnant with me. Needless to say, four months later I was born, on January 3rd, 2001. I know what you're thinking, this is kind of boring and you probably want to stop reading it, well it's up to you, just know you'll be missing out. I really have no memory of living with my parents but that's because I lived with them until I was about two years old. They couldn't keep me because they had messed around with the wrong crowds and we had no electricity and we lived in a trailer and my mother would let homeless people just walk in and take whatever they needed. So, they both went to court and gave up their rights to keep me, only after the countless times they were given to get things right so they could keep me. Once they had given up their rights, I was then adopted by my dads mom and her husband. The whole entire adoption took approximately a year and a half to be finalized, but I still lived with my grandparents the whole entire time. I thank God that I was not put into a Foster Home. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to bad rap Foster Homes or Fostered Children. I know there are a multitude of people in this world that grew out of Foster Homes and became very successful and I commend them for being able to take their life and just turn it around for the better like that. During the whole adoption process, different people from DCF would come and visit once a week for a while and then it turned into once a month. I still remember one of the ladies who came, her name was Amanda and she had given me a purple teddy bear, that I still have, on one Christmas. After the whole adoption process was over, I was finally permanently their child. I have been in Brownies, Soccer, taken Swimming Lessons, been Potty Trained, got in trouble, been grounded, made big mistakes, you know all the usual's that happen when you are growing up and I am only 15 so I still have a ways to go. When I first started to live with my grandparents, who from now on I will refer to as my parents, we lived in a small two bedroom two bath apartment with my grandma. She lived with us until I was eight years old when she passed away with Hospice because she had pneumonia and was just too old to make it. The funny thing is, well I guess it's not really funny, but I used to have a Diamond Dove that I found and it lived in my screened in patio, it had a perch up by my grandmothers window and my dad was watching it sit up there as my grandmother took her last breath the bird flew away from the window and out of sight and was never seen again after that! I still think that that's a pretty cool thing to experience.
