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What The Memories Have Taught Me
The fifteen memories that I shared from my childhood are not all inclusive but are shared in hopes of creating a link of relatability for both those who have gone through similar and those who care about them. We all have sad stories to share and surely there are some that had it much better
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Memory Fifteen: It’s A Girl
From the age of five, my adoptive parents were very dutiful about teaching me the difference between wants and needs. School clothes were either second-hand or off the clearance rack. To that point, I never questioned it. I always was left with the understanding that resources were limited. Birthdays and Christmas were modest with no
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Memory Fourteen: Ride ’em Cowboy
The younger version of me found escape from an unfortunate childhood on a TV screen. One of my favorite genres was Westerns. Even before I went to live with my adoptive parents, I remember sitting with my older brothers and watching John Wayne movies and episodes of Gun Smoke and Bonanza. My adoptive father’s love
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Memory Thirteen: Miss February
Underneath my adoptive father’s side of the bed was a stack of magazines. As a younger child, I really didn’t think that much about their content. As a teenager however, I needed to write a report on a magazine article, so I thought it would be alright if I could find anything interesting in dad’s
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Memory Twelve: The 100%
I was very proud of my first spelling test in the 5th grade because I got every one of the words correct. I proudly displayed my accomplishment on the fridge with the help of random magnets that were kept there. My adoptive parents said nothing. The following day in the car, for whatever reason my
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Memory Eleven: That Coming to Jesus Moment
Oftentimes, when someone is facing a terminal diagnosis; they begin to think about where they will spend eternity. I can only guess what my birth mom was feeling or thinking after speaking with her doctor about her cancer. At that particular time, the word “cancer” was scarier since there were not a lot of effective
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Memory Ten: Leaf Piles
Most kids who grow up in the Midwest will attest to having fun in the fall by jumping into large piles of raked, fallen leaves and I was no different. In my head, any number of creative scenarios existed ranging from secret agent to combat soldier. The piles made the perfect camouflage, and I became
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Memory Nine: Happy Valentine’s Day
As a kid I loved arts and crafts; especially around holidays. To celebrate Valentine’s Day for the fourth grade, I decided to make my own cards and decorate my room in cutout hearts. I worked for several days on my project and was so proud of the work I had done. On the night before
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Memory Eight: Pool Party
Getting to go swimming was always a treat for me as kid. On hot summer days, it was a special treat to go to a beach or even better yet; the pool of a family friend. Even if I didn’t particularly like going into water over my head; it was still a great way to
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Memory Seven: Call Me Damocles
For those of you who don’t read Greek mythology, the story of Damocles Sword tells the tale of a man named Damocles who was invited to the feast of a king. The seat assigned to Damocles was one positioned under a sword suspended from the ceiling by a single hair. At any moment, the weight of