All I have to say is this ~ becareful what you wish for as it just might come true :smile. As promised, the begin part of my writings. Stay tuned for the "teenage years" of the story ~
My story begins in Omaha Nebraska. I was a lucky child, adopted by a minister and a schoolteacher who dreamed of becoming parents. They were already proud parents of a two-year-old son, whom they adopted from the same agency where, for good or bad, they got me. My parents have always told me that when I was handed to them, they were told; I was going to be a handful and give them a run for their money. I guess I lived fully up to those expectations. My personal view on that matter is if they had never gotten me, they would have lived very boring lives as my brother is a bit of a stick in the mud.