In the Beginning

I was adopted at the age of 6 months. I guess it took my bio mother that long to decide if she would keep me or not. I was brought home on January 17, 1967 to Sunnyvale, CA. When they brought me home, I was not a happy camper. I cried any time I was around men. I fell in love with my big brother right away though. He would always play with me and make me laugh.

I was told that I was adopted from the moment I could feasibly understand the concept (4 or 5 years of age) and was given a book called The Chosen Baby. It was a popular way of parents telling their child was adopted. I was always told I was special, that they picked me and they were grateful to have me.

The details I was told about my adoption as I got a little older was that the bio parents were young and not married. At that time, it was frowned upon to have a baby out of wedlock so I was given the chance to have a decent life by being adopted. I was told I was French Canadian and Indian and that was really the extent of what I was told.

My parents could not have natural children. My father was a Disabled Veteran from Korea and my mother had some issues with her uterus so that is the reason they chose to adopt. My brother, who is 5 years older then me was adopted in IL and then they moved to California and adopted me.