when adoption became apart of my life

I do not remember the day, but I remember the weather being very cold. At the time I was ten years old, minding my own business watching cartoons. I looked at my parents, they smiled. For a moment I was comtemplating of why I was the only child on both sides of my family and why I had no brothers or sisters. I got up, went to them and asked "Am I adopted?" They slowly answered yes and carefully told me the story of how I came into their lives. My bdad was in the services and my bmom thought it was best if I was put up for adoption. In that moment, my world crumbled. :grr: I felt like I was the only surviving person on a desserted island. I was never the same again. Fast forward to the age of 14. My parents and I went down to my birth place .They were giving me the story of the day that I was adopted (sort of giving me a tour at the same time). The more I listened, the more upset I got. In moments we were at the hospital. It was unbearable standing there and not knowing the story of my birth, not knowing how long it took for me to be delivered, not knowing how much I weighted. It was hurtful knowing that this was the place I was given away. I went down there thinking I could get my records and left knowing that there was another family out there that I belonged to. :o That is how I found out. It was not easy typing this.