by Jane Britnell

Created on: October 03, 2008

Essays: Childhood dreams

Growing up for me was difficult childhood is usually carefree,

At least that's the ideal image that the images most people think here while the way it should be.' When you're a child with a physical disability going in and out of hospitals becomes the norm from the age of eight I was brought up in an old age home because at that time by Foster parents are getting older and finding it difficult to take care of me. They would still visit and I would go home for the holidays occasionally to visit.

In addition, eventually the visits became fewer to where they no longer came. At that time, my birth mother started to enter my life. I do not know of anyone would believe it but I had many dreams about her.

There was one picture that she showed me it was identical to the vision I had just months before she actually came to the hospital to meet with me.

It was a picture of me standing I was holding on to my mother's hands and my brothers were holding onto my twin cousins were babies on the couch.

It was my aunt and found the article in the newspaper I believe it was the Toronto sun that ran the article, I've received my first electric wheelchair which for me was a dream fulfilled in that time there was no government funding I don't think to receive the electric chair it usually came from organizations like the optimist, clubs lions clubs e.c.t.I received my wheelchair from I believe it was either A Thorn hill or Richmond hill `fire department either way they gave me a wonderful gift without knowing it.

My mother and I began to get to know each other and my brothers at the time I was eleven years old. Also at that time I found out my mother was also married my mother was happy years later and would be different with that at present time I went home for Christmas and spend it with my family and I met up with many of my family members at a location which has since burned down by arsonists. However, I will never forget. That day of overwhelming happiness, that would touch me so deeply. I was not just a witness to this event I was part of it.

Was not the end of this story was merely the beginning of the next chapter and I will go on with a story. It would be my father that would come to the house without even realizing it I would be the one person my father did not expect to see. I believe it was my mother's idea she didn't tell him I was there my brother's knew but didn't tell him and got into trouble because if he knew he wouldn't have bothered to come.

I think my father felt guilty about the fact that I had a physical disability that could have been prevented and he could never deal with it.

I forgave my father many years ago he I think the truth is he never forgave him self when I forgave him I believe forgiveness is it something I had to do for myself and my well being in giving forgiveness I believe means I will be forgiven for my wrong doings in heaven. That eleventh year of my life was the most precious of my childhood.

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