5th February 1975.....just another Wednesday. Nothing too spectacular occurred on this day in particular (not that i could find on google anyway), other then i came screaming into the world. For a select few people though, that event was an event that changed their world.

St George Hospital, Kogarah (a southern suburb of Sydney) NSW was the place. 
I then grew up on the south coast...Albion Park & Kiama until we moved to the Far North Coast to a sleepy village called Dunoon when i was about 5 or 6.

My mum was Hilary, and my dad was Dennis and I had an older brother called Darren.

I don't remember a lot in my first few years of life, but Dunoon has some great memories. 
It was the early 80s; life was carefree and safe and a lot less expensive then today. 20c got you a heap of lollies in a white paper bag, now you can barely buy one lolly for 20c. We used to ride in the back of dear old May's ute down to Whian Whian Falls to cool off in summer. We used to climb the big fig tree at the local oval. My best were friends Belinda R. and Leisa S. and still to this day Belindas parents are good friends of mine. 

Somewhere amongst all that i found out I WAS ADOPTED! 

I don't remember actually ever being told..I've just always known. I'm grateful for this, it was no big emotional shock that traumatized me (well not that i can consciously recall). I really feel for the poor people that don't find out this kind of information until they are well and truly adults and their whole life then seems to have been a lie.

My parents, Dennis & Hilary bought me up well. I had a good life. Sure i slammed a few doors and 'ran away' to hide in the dog kennel for an hour or 2 at times, but that was just me throwing at tantrum for one reason or another..who hasnt done that?? 

They were always very open about my adoption, and my brothers (he too was adopted from another family 5 yrs earlier). It was never a negative experience, if I had questions they answered the best they could with what they knew..which wasn't much.

I can remember they had an old suitcase in the bottom of the wardrobe that was filled with all adult important papers... insurances..wills.. bank statements.. school reports.. certificates... and 

ADOPTION PAPERS!

My Adoption Papers were 2 pieces of old delicate paper, typed on with a typewriter (this was before the days of computers and printers). One piece was an Adoption Agreement the other Background Information. That was my birth mother and birth fathers life typed out on one page. There wasn't a lot of info..age..height..interests, and a brief paragraph on their family history. There was no names.. no dates.. no addresses. 



Many times I used to lay on the bottom end of mum and dads bed reading through this, I guess imagining what my birthparents were like. But I was happy..I had a good family that loved me. These other people were just that..other people who created me but for whatever reason they didnt want me so i didnt need them. 

I just got on with living..growing up.. having fun with friends. Some friends knew about my adoption..many didnt. It wasnt that it was a secret, it just wasnt an issue..good or bad. 

Maybe one day down the track i'd delve further, but for now there was more important things to worry about... boys..school..parties..and i had parents that cared and loved me!!