My adoption and upbringing, which also chronicles experiences with in the foster care system in Massachusetts, becoming a female firefighter and my fiance’s death in the line of duty.
When I was twelve or eleven my parents were still married and we had moved from Lompoc, California to Palm Bay, Florida. My Father later revealed to me that the reason we moved is that Mom wanted to be closer to Ozzy and Karen a couple they had known in Ft Lauderdale where we had lived prior to moving to California, and that move was to be closer to Henry and Jenny who my parents had met when my Dad was stationed in Germany previous to meeting my Mom there and getting married.
They were married in Germany, and were to return to Little Falls, New Jersey where my Father was from. My Father was stationed at Ramstien AFB, as a bomb loader and ordinance specialist for the United States Air Force. Soon after coming to this country they adopted me, and the adventure began.
After adopting me when I was barely three days old, in New Brunswick back in 1975, they remained in Little Falls for a few years and soon relocated to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. We lived there until I was six years old I believe. From there we relocated to Lompoc, California. Pretty much there is where my childhood memories begin. I remember small things, when we lived in Ft. Lauderdale. One primary thing was that my Fathers parents, had relocated from New Jersey after we did, and had a home right behind ours.
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