I guess i'll get straight to the point.

I was adopted at the age of 2 and a half yrs old and at that time I was at a friend of my biological mom house with a few other kids. Not much to do there but sit in the play pin and watch tv. But I remember it as if it were yesterday siting there waiting for my mom to return, having no idea what was going on , but when my adoptive mother walked in (you might find this dumb but this is how it happened) I ran up to her and hugged her and called here mommy and right after that I was adopted and the first place we went to was a wedding of a friend of my adoptive mom(linda) and first thing you see is men and women lined up to enter the wedding and being a kid like I was new to the outside world and new to many things seeing gentlemen hocking their arms with their dates I thought thats what you had to do.

So there I am a 2 and a half year old my arm hooked with my moms and as soon as I we started walking to our seats everyone was ohhing and aweing and that worried me so I let go and started to head back to the exit but my mom just pulled me back. After that my mom linda and my dad tom took me to the reception and thats where I tasted my first real meal and salad and i had my first coka(which was my way of saying and asking for a coca cola)

After eighteen years of not knowing my biological mother I got up the courage to find her and i found out somethings that were both good and bad. But i love my family irl most of the time but i love my fur family most of all.