Personal Narrative: My Personal Experiences Of Adoption
July 4th, 2000. The anniversary of our nation’s beginning and my first day with my new family. I was only three months old when I came to America so I was not totally sure what had happened. All I knew was that I flew on a plane for too long and was happy to be off. Flying all the way from South Korea was a long flight but I was finally home.
The first time I found out I was adopted was around third or fourth grade. I obviously knew something was different because my skin color was not the same as my parents. Some of my classmates began to ask why I looked different from them and I could not answer their question, so I decided to ask my parents. They just told me that when I was a baby, my biological parents did not believe they would be able to support a baby, so they gave me up for adoption. Then my adopted parents decided to adopt me and that was why I looked different from them. They reassured me that they loved me as much as they would their own child and that they were so happy they adopted me. Being around ten, I knew that my parents loved me so much and that I loved them even if we were not biologically related. When I look back to my childhood, the first time I did not question whether my biological or adopted family was my “real …show more content…
family” was in fifth grade when I was assigned to construct a family tree. When I went home to put names on the tree I did not even ask my parents about my biological family. I knew that my adopted family was my family and that their names would be on my family tree.
One aspect that helped me understand being adopted as a child was that I had other adopted friends.
My parents had come into contact with three other families with adopted children also from Korea. They were the Trenarys, the Johnsons, and the Matthews. Josie Trenary, Jonathan Johnson, Danielle Johnson, Riley Matthews, Cooper Matthews, my sister and I were all adopted from Korea and we all had a great relationship. From the day we arrived we all met once a month and just played and had a good time. Having other kids who were also adopted made it seem like it was nothing out of the ordinary and we all loved and supported one another. I still keep in touch with all of them to this day because of how much we all bonded as
children.
Even to this day, I still have questions about being adopted. I wonder who my biological parents are and what they are up to. My parents have no record of who they are or even their names but I can always wonder and create an image of them. I know finding them would be near to impossible but I would love to go to Korea and try, just to see. My family may not be my biological family, but they have had the greatest influence on my life. My mother has given me my sense of humor and a hard-work ethic, my father has given me my love of music and my sense of dedication, and my sister, who is also adopted, supports and loves me through everything. My entire family has encouraged me with all I have done and loved me even though I am not blood-related. As an adopted child, I feel I can understand others and their situations without judgment because I have a different perspective on life. I feel that I recieve people well and that whatever brought that person to this point in their life should be accepted and never judged. Being yourself and embracing your individuality and sharing your perspective on life should be something no one is afraid to do.
The first time I found out I was adopted was around third or fourth grade. I obviously knew something was different because my skin color was not the same as my parents. Some of my classmates began to ask why I looked different from them and I could not answer their question, so I decided to ask my parents. They just told me that when I was a baby, my biological parents did not believe they would be able to support a baby, so they gave me up for adoption. Then my adopted parents decided to adopt me and that was why I looked different from them. They reassured me that they loved me as much as they would their own child and that they were so happy they adopted me. Being around ten, I knew that my parents loved me so much and that I loved them even if we were not biologically related. When I look back to my childhood, the first time I did not question whether my biological or adopted family was my “real …show more content…
family” was in fifth grade when I was assigned to construct a family tree. When I went home to put names on the tree I did not even ask my parents about my biological family. I knew that my adopted family was my family and that their names would be on my family tree.
One aspect that helped me understand being adopted as a child was that I had other adopted friends.
My parents had come into contact with three other families with adopted children also from Korea. They were the Trenarys, the Johnsons, and the Matthews. Josie Trenary, Jonathan Johnson, Danielle Johnson, Riley Matthews, Cooper Matthews, my sister and I were all adopted from Korea and we all had a great relationship. From the day we arrived we all met once a month and just played and had a good time. Having other kids who were also adopted made it seem like it was nothing out of the ordinary and we all loved and supported one another. I still keep in touch with all of them to this day because of how much we all bonded as
children.
Even to this day, I still have questions about being adopted. I wonder who my biological parents are and what they are up to. My parents have no record of who they are or even their names but I can always wonder and create an image of them. I know finding them would be near to impossible but I would love to go to Korea and try, just to see. My family may not be my biological family, but they have had the greatest influence on my life. My mother has given me my sense of humor and a hard-work ethic, my father has given me my love of music and my sense of dedication, and my sister, who is also adopted, supports and loves me through everything. My entire family has encouraged me with all I have done and loved me even though I am not blood-related. As an adopted child, I feel I can understand others and their situations without judgment because I have a different perspective on life. I feel that I recieve people well and that whatever brought that person to this point in their life should be accepted and never judged. Being yourself and embracing your individuality and sharing your perspective on life should be something no one is afraid to do.