Writing My Memoirs

I first started thinking about writing a memoir when I was in my teens. Whenever I met someone new and I told them my story (living in Santa Cruz, meeting the Hartleys, being adopted by them). This all happening when I was fairly young (14), they would say what a wonderful story it was. They also mentioned how lucky I was to be adopted and grow up in one of the very best areas of the United States.
What all those people don’t know is that I am even luckier than they think. My story is one very special one and it all happened because of one chance encounter. If I look at my life, there has been a series of pivotal times, when I made a choice that affected the rest of my life. I’m not kidding.

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