Six Years Lost

It has been almost 10 years since ive been adopted. 10 years of a different and better life. Now, what about the other six? Well ill tell you.....

My memories go back till i was about 3.

When i was younger, i was an adventure seeking, enerjetic little boy.

I loved to play soldier and pretending to be the blue ranger from the power rangers. I even had the blue ranger suit and gun. I wore it almost everywhere, even to school. My foster brother and i had a battle one day in the cafeiteria, resulting in tater tots all over the place.

My favorite shows were: the rugrats, thomas and friends, power rangers and spongebob.

I also was living in a foster home till i was 4. It was a rough time there. I was locked in wood stoves, my brother used me as a punching bag, everytime i was blamed for something, the belt came out, weather i did it or not.


But on the positive side, i was the coolest kid in my class. My foster brother and i would keep fighting over a girl and saying who she liked best.(i still think she liked me more then him :P )

My foster mother loved me and treated me better than the other 2 kids. I went everywhere with her. We would go shopping at the grocery store and she would always get me a sugar cookie from the bakery section. We always shared a birthday party. i remember opening a present one year thinking it was mine, and it was a frying pan for her. I was so confused. Every time i had a nightmare she was always there ready to read me a book or sing me to sleep.

Then came the day when she died. i thought it was a joke when everyone told me. i didnt sleep for a few days and was always waithing at the door for her to come home from the store or something. You can only imagine how i felt. A 4 year old boy losing his mother(in my case my foster mother). After that i was on the move from house to house.

In total i had lived in 7 houses before landing in an orphanage. The first one i lived in, i couldnt seem to get out of trouble. No matter what i did it was looked at as something wrong. Boy was i happy to get out of that house. It was also the last house that i got to watch my thomas movies. They were keeped in their movie case "just because". The next houses were better but i vagaly remember them. The one i remember most was in a urban area. At this house the foster mother bought us new toys and a bike. I also went to the same school that my birthparents had sent me to. It was probably the funner of the other houses.

Then it was on to the orpanage. Here i learned about God an christianity. To this day i still pray at night like they taught me. My brother on the other hand thinks its a big joke. I always got to the church section first, mainly because it was my favorite part of the week. I was always jelouse of the older kids because they had money to get icecream from the icecream truck when ever it came. I always had kids my age to play with. We always ran 2 miles after school and ran 5k races everymonth. When summer came we had lots of activites to do. We did things from going to fairs and amusement parks to having irish peopl come visit us and sing and dance. We always celebrated birthdays with a massive cake and pizza.

I left the orphanage when i was 6. I never celebrated my 5th birthday. I was convinced i was still five when i went to first grade.

I love to visit my orphanage everychance i get. Next time im going to go when Lizz gets back. And if you want to Lisa you can come too. I think you would love sister maxamilian.


This is a little recap of the six years i havent had much thought for until now.


****I was inspired to write this by Annelise. After i read her blog about Winnie the Pooh. i decided to go back to the six "lost" years of my life. So thanks Annelise for telling me to look back at my child hood. :P