10/23/19
In my last review called Fetish, I talked a little…read morebit about being adopted. It got me thinking about Child and Family Services Agency. Up until just a few minutes ago, I knew then as just Child and Family Services. No matter, no matter, it's all good.
As infant, I was raised by my foster parents who I think of as my parents. I was raised in a predominantly Caucasian neighborhood. Some might say it's why I have adopted the speech, attitude, clothing style and maybe even mannerisms of Caucasians... my answer is this...possibly...., but what does it matter? If I hadn't been raised by my mom and dad, I honestly don't know how I would have turned out.
As a kid I found I loved the music of the 50', 60, 70, 80, and 90's. Most of the time I requested to listen to the oldies music. I still do to this day and it drives my wife crazy. I am not big on music artists like (if you call it music) Cardi B, Lizzo, Nicki Minaj, Post Malone, Halsey and several others. The music just isn't for me...not yet anyways...maybe it will grow on me years later like Stone Temple Pilots did.
Anyways, growing up, I remember Christmas time with the family and the clothes I received. In the early stages I did not appreciate the clothes I was given, because toys and electronics (like Nintendo) got in the way.
Later on I came to appreciate the clothes. Why? You ask, because I hated the way jeans felt on my skin. It wasn't until junior high school that i wanted to fit in more so i started wearing jeans. It wasn't till after college that I really went back to sweatpants.
My mother till about the age of 5 till 11 told me if I ever wanted to know who my real parents were, she could find out. This would be with the help of Child and Family Services Agency. I did not want to, because I had anger in me. At a young age, you might not know the full story of why a parent(s) might give their child up for adoption. My mother had a heart to heart talk with me and the put out the fire within me.
I am glad my biological mother and/or father did not have an abortion. One or both decided to have the child, but since he, she or they couldn't raise me, the gave me up for adoption.
I have a great mother and father. (I will miss you mom, but you have one appreciative son)
Thanksgiving, Halloween and Christmas were wonderful times to spend with family. It never seem strange that I and my sister (who also is adopted) were the only African Americans in a sea of Caucasians family members...okay that might not be true, but I was a kid.
I remember some other black kids and white kids telling me I talk like a white man. NO, I talk like an educated person, what's your excuse? I didn't use much slang back when I was a kid and some of the student bodies didn't like that.
(I will get more into that in the Fetish review)
In College at Marshall University I was studying when I received a prank phone call when I figured out very quickly, but played along with. The ladies who called me ended up talking to me for over an hour. About three or four days later I recieved another phone call from one if the ladies who pranked called me. Turns out she liked my voice, but it took her some time to figure out what number mine was.
We did end up meeting about when she saw me, her eyes did a double take. She was so sure I was white, that it took her a while to get use to it. She liked it more that I was African American, but her mind was blown the moment she found out who she was talking to. My ex-wife had the same look on her face the first time she met me.
Nevertheless, today I have seen more mixed couples and kids and I like this. I have met a few parents who have a different skin complexion who are the parents pride and joy.
My mom and dad wanted a daughter and son. I don't know how many place they went to or how many times they tried to have children, but I was picked by them and so was my sister. I have my parents and Children and Family Services to thank.
Without them, I could have been a very different person.