Life goes on we each do our part, the baby is shuffled around to all the different Aunts for the first year, as they each take turns helping. We go back to to school and life is normal.. Just no Mom, and no baby for awhile. Then the next School year Grandma starts watching the baby and we have to drop him off and pick him  up before and after school. Anyhow life moves on.. AS many teens I become rebellous and hard to manage. I got pregnant

As life went on things for me were good. I was happy and I had a  full childhood. We had horses, chickens rabbits, we didnt know what it meant to want for something. We weren't rich by any stretch of the word but we were comfortable.  My parents bought an acre of property on the south end of Layton, built a house and we moved in. Like I said life was good.  Behind the scenes of what a child sees, I didnt know the heartache my mother was facing, she wanted nothing more in life than to be mother.  She lost baby after baby trying to be a mother of many children, in that process I was adopted, as was John.
 My mother had  something called  RH factor, which basically in those days  let the woman have her first baby with no issues, then the following children the body saw that growing child as a thing to fight off. like sickness. so the following kids all died just prior to birth. my mother was heartbroken over and over If my memory serves me right I think there 5 babies full term died during labor.  1 pregnancy was a set of twins.  I dont know the details but in 1976 my mother yet again got pregnant and was taking meds to fool her body into not hurting the baby, Drs took the baby early to make sure he survived,  my mother while in the hospital, suffered a stroke, she died shortly there after.

My life as I knew it was as normal as it gets, I had an older brother Scott, Myself , a younger brother John and life was normal.  We had a home and parents we went on family vacations, mom played tennis with her friends and softball and we played at the park and life was normal.
I was told at a young age that I was adopted, I dont recall knowing what that meant but it was never a secret or something of shame.

Ive been told more times than I can count that I should write this story down.  So here is my start.
I am going to try to get it all down in written word and then try to organize it after that.