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Memory Six: Just a Blanket
The start of school meant more routines. I did not mind the routines, but you could say that my internal time clock was and is extremely precise. Not only did I do things in a certain order, but I instinctively knew just how long I would have for each task without even looking at a
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Memory Five: The Timer
I never could tolerate the smell of fish. As far back as I could remember, the very smell of fish made me nauseous. It still makes me nauseous to this very day. Whenever I smelled fish for dinner as a kid, I began to feel both queasy and panicky. I knew what I was in
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Memory Four: Porta-Potty On Wheels
After being separated from my biological family, I didn’t talk all that much. It wasn’t anything like selective mutism but everything and everyone was so new to me. If I did speak up, it was usually about something urgent in my five-year-old life. One day my foster (then adoptive) mom went with a friend to
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Memory Three: The Left-sided Appendix Scar
Like most five-year-olds, I hated getting shots. When I went to live with my foster, then adoptive parents; I remember being taken to the clinic for immunizations and a physical. In the moment, the five-year old me was fixated on the several jabs that I received that day. However, one other comment that the nurse
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Memory Two: The Long Ride Home
I still remember my birth mom’s face. At the age of five, she was my world. She had lots of babies in her lifetime, but I was the youngest. She gave me the greatest gift that I could ever have and that was the ability to love and feel love. When she became terminally ill,
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Memory One: Many Snowflakes
Prior to leaving my biological family, I never remembered traveling by car all that much. Since resources were scarce and most of my older siblings did not drive until they left home; we pretty much walked everywhere. Trips by car, to me always seemed to take an eternity; even though it may have just been