My parents adopted me, and then, by the age of four or five, I was asking all sorts of questions, and they found themselves with a son who was interested in the sorts of things that they valued but weren't natural to them.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was growing up, I wanted to adopt, because I was aware there were kids that didn't have parents.
The journey into adoption started for my parents, as it does with so many families: my mother and father desperately wanted to have kids, but they couldn't.
I've never tried to find my real parents. I'm very grateful to my mum and dad for adopting me - they're completely incredible people. It was my dad who encouraged me to question everything, to forge my own path, to think, to read. I always felt it was my right to question everything.
Adoption has been a part of my life and a part of my family, so it was how I wanted to start. It felt natural and right to me.
I was a sickly baby, and after two sets of adoptive parents took me home, they returned me to the orphanage because of a serious respiratory infection. But as they say, the third time's a charm, because my mom and dad adopted me and took me into their home where I was raised in a family full of love.
I always thought I would adopt. Even when I was young, I used to look up how to adopt.
I was a very curious person because of my parents. They encouraged me to be as curious about as many things as I wanted.
As an adopted person, once you find out about that 'other' side of yourself, it's almost like you find out who you really are.
When I was younger, I thought every kid was adopted because that's all I've known. I have everything I need, so I never felt the need to have answers for what happened.
When I was little, I knew that I was not adopted, but I actually imagined and hoped that I was - and that my real parents were going to come get me.