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My Own Journey Through Adoption

October 23, 2017

When I was 11 years old, and away in the Pocono Mountains (that would be in Pennsylvania) my adopted cousins, my adopted sister, and I were so excited about our first time at summer sleep away camp. My adopted sister and I flew on an airplane all the way from California.  We had moved out of Pennsylvania when I was 6 years old, so this was a summer I couldn’t wait for. I did not know, yet, that I was adopted. My adopted parents felt (which I learned later) it was best not to tell me. She would tell me, they just wanted me ‘fit in’ with the rest of the family. Actually, I really didn’t fit in at all. My younger adopted sister was very short, very thin, and had brown hair, and blue eyes. Me, I was very tall for my age, also thin, but had blonde hair, and yes I also have blue eyes!



By the end of our first month at camp, things turned. My cousin, who I bunked with, got mad at me for something (I can’t even remember what) and she blurted a comment to me that would change my life, forever. She said,  "I hate you, AND you're adopted!" Wait, what? What just happened? I was understandably horrified. All I knew about adopted kids was that people left them on door