My Autobiography

Introduction & The Early Years:

My name is Dalton. I was conceived in California. I was born on Friday, May 27th, 1994 at 9:26 PM at the Peter Lougheed General Hospital in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. I was born to mom Jackie and dad Dusty. As soon as I was born I had Jaundice which meant that I had to stay in the hospital for 10 days after birth.

As my dad has told me the weather on Friday, May 27th, 1994 was very strange. Apparently the morning was beautiful, warm and sunny, then as afternoon approached Calgary got a terrible rain storm. Then at the minute I was born Calgary got a blizzard. Yes, that's right- A blizzard in May!

According to my dad, we had a mutt that looked like a Rottweiler cross named Gizmo who tried to bite me as soon as my parents brought me home from the hospital and so they decided to put him down.

At about 5 weeks after I was born my parents decided to have me baptized in the largest United Church in Calgary (it was the largest at the time) - the Westminster United Church (which later joined Congregations with Northminster United Church in Calgary) as my dad was friends with the minister. It was also at about this time that my Great-Aunt Janina (my dad's maternal Aunt) held me before she passed away in her 80s.

But enough about me. It was 1 year and 3 months almost exactly after I was born that my oldest sister Susan was born on August 31st, 1995 also at the Peter Lougheed General Hospital.

Then almost a year and a month after Susan, our brother Edmund was born on September 26th, 1996 also at the Peter Lougheed General Hospital.

It was sometime after my brother was born that my parents would make long car trips out to Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada where both my dad's parents (my late Nana Stella and my late Grandpa Stanley) and my maternal Grandma (Anne) lived for visits. It was on these trips I remember seeing my parents the happiest being around each other and I also have many memories of myself and the hilarious things I did as a youngster. On one occasion I ran out butt naked into a snow bank and my late Grandpa Stanley came running out of the house to rescue me. Another time I was sitting at the dining room table with my mom and late Nana Stella. They were talking and drinking a cup of coffee and I picked up my mom's mug full of piping hot coffee and threw it across the table.

With having three rambunctious kids running around the house all at once, my mother was kept on her toes while my dad worked at and tried to build his own Courier company (which would eventually fall through). There were many hilarious antics me and Susan and Edmund tried to pull on my mom and dad such as hiding the pots and pans from our mom or at one of the houses we lived in I flushed five of Edmund's diapers down the toilet and in the process flooded the whole house and got us all evicted.

Finally, my youngest sister Lucy was born on August 30th, 1998 just before me and my siblings were taken away from our parents and put into Foster care.

By the fall of 1998 my mother had become very ill emotionally and by Christmas of that year the government found both of my parents were unfit to take care of us living under their roof.