by Housemom

Created on: April 02, 2009   Last Updated: April 03, 2009

When I look back on my childhood, I am thankful for what I had. I was raised by foster parents, they were great parents and I have no complaints. I grew up in a home that was loving, caring, and fun.

My foster mom was always there when I needed someone to talk to or get advise from. My foster dad was the only person who I ran to when I was sad or upset. He always made me feel better. My foster dad was also a builder. He built us a tepee with wood, so that we had somewhere to play down at the family lake. He made sure that we had wagons and basically anything that we wanted. My foster mom was a great cook and teacher. She tried to make sure that we would be prepared for life. She knew how to make you feel like you were better than normal, you felt special. Even though we were not with our real parents, we felt that we were.

I really would not change anything that happened in my childhood other than one thing. I would change the fact that we met our real parents. Our real parents are the total opposite of our foster parents. I personally think that we should have never met them. Our real mother does not appreciate anything but she pretends to. Our real father only bothers when it benefits him. Those are not real parents. Real parents will be there no matter if they agree with you or not.

I have made my mistakes as everyone has. My real parents would judge me and ridicule me. My foster parents would tell me their opinion and be there for me. When conversations would come up about my childhood with my real parents, the only childhood memories I would remember are the ones with my foster parents.

The one memory that I love and miss is the memory of playing on the tepee that my dad built. My sister and I would play cowboys and Indians. I was always the cowboy.......... a little unfair but I still did it. We would be outside from morning til night. Our parents had a hard time getting us to come in for anything. I also remember playing tea with our mom and cards with our dad.

When I look back I get this overwhelming feeling of love and I have to admit that I would love to go back to that. I miss my childhood and the benefits that came with it. Til this day I still see my foster parents and I still get that daddy's little girl treatment. Trust me I don't think that will ever end. My mom and I still have our nightly talks. Sometimes we agree and sometimes we don't. The best thing is that no matter how good or stupid I can be, they are still there for me. My childhood and memories are missed dearly.

I now have children of my own and I hope that they have the childhood that I had. Thanks to my parents who took us in and loved us as their own, I know have great childhood memories and I wouldn't change a thing.

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