Personal Narrative Essay On Adoption

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May 16th, 2017, the day I turned 18 and my child like imagination left. It was also the day I found out why I was adopted. I knew I was adopted pretty much my whole life but I never knew why. Being adopted through the state of Florida you aren’t supposed to know anything about it until you turn 18. My parents definitely followed that rule. Imagination can turn anything into a possibility, no matter how strange it seems. Growing up I had a vivid imagination like most kids. Not knowing why I was adopted, I came up with these crazy scenarios as to why. Clearly none of them were true because again, I had a very vivid imagination. Anything is better than thinking you were just given up, true or made up. Being a singer myself the obvious scenario …show more content…

The rest left up to my imagination. If I think about it long enough I can smell the salt of the ocean. I can hear the crunch of the tan and white pebbles as people walk across them. The ocean and sky look never ending. The only difference is the many gray clouds in the sky. It seems like the perfect fit for them. At least the thought I had of them. May 16th, 2017. I 'm sitting at my kitchen table with my twin and Mom. It’s a school night and it feels like there is about a hundred papers in front of me but I go through all of them. What I found out that night was something my imagination couldn’t even come up with. The six of them lived in one tiny run down hotel room. I can hear the drip of the water faucet where someone likely didn’t turn it off all the way. I can hear the creak of the bed springs as someone 's weight pushes it down. I can hear the running footsteps and laughter as the four kids, my sister and three brothers, play on the balcony. I hear the opening of a door as someone yells “quiet down out there.” Kids have vivid imaginations. Sometimes so far from the truth it might not make any sense to someone else as it does to you. When you get old enough and find the truth out you wish you were still a kid. Your imaginations still real in your