Today I have thoughts running through my head. Memories, and feelings all jumbled together, so bear with me. I'm adopted. My parents adopted me when I was six years old, though I lived with them since I was four. I remember before I was adopted. I remember the different families that took care of me. I remember my Birth Mother. I remember she loved me. I love my mom and dad now, they are the only family I could ever want. But I know they had it rough with me. Many people adopt, very few adopt a child who is older than 1 year though. Once a child reaches 1, the chances of them … [Read more...]