As most stories begin, "as a young boy", I cannot recall with any certainty several of the younger years. Seems that I have limited memories before the age of six. Why this is, I do not know. According to all records and stories told from my parents, I was adopted at the age of two and a half. Why and from whom, I was put up for adoption is yet determined. At best guess, it was during the "Baby Sweep of the 60's and 70's. A perceived shameful period in American history. The untold story of the Native Americans, however coming more to light in recent years.
I was informed of this adoption at the age of 6 from my adopting parents Ashley and Carol LaPoint. I was raised Christian and never really forced to follow any organized religious beliefs, however was required to attend "Sunday School" worship for about two years, basically to be given the opportunity to make the choice for myself. I often wonder why it was not required of all our family members to attend on a regular basis. Most all people I know have a strong belief in God and the eternal teachings of life. I do not...I do have beliefs and a strong ethical independence that I explore and try not to push on to others. I considered myself a child of the Earth from a very young age, as far back as I can remember. There has always been a strong drive and commitment to the wilderness, her hills, valleys, and oceans, and to all creatures large and small.
Questions such as this and so many others have gone unanswered over my lifetime, and one source for getting those answers has since passed on. Basically I am left with what memories I do have as a child, though limited and unfulfilling, are somewhat satisfying in filling the voids. Questions such as...Why was I put up for adoption? Who are my natural parents and what kind of people were/are they? What kind of family history goes untold and unknown? Why was I adopted by the people that adopted me? and so many others will never be answered, leaving me with a large void in my life.
Understand, I am not at all complaining about being adopted or about my rearing. Only that I do have and will always have, questions about my past that will haunt me for eternity. What memories I do have as a child are pleasant for the most part. Growing up: I was raised in a small town called St.Johnsbury in Vermont. This was the town that time had forgotten. Nothing ever really exciting happened, and everybody knew everybody. As a child of the 60 and 70's our entertainment was limited to the local theatre and the bowling alley of yesteryears. We had a two screen theatre and they usually showed the same films for a two week period. The other option was to play arcade games comprising of the traditional Pac Man, and several pinball machines for a quarter a pop. The bowling alley was actually the hot spot for all the youth in our town, a chance to catch up with school mates and friends to share stories, and burn off some energy, as well as the local roller skating rink that was established back in the late 70's. During the hot summer days we had the town pool available compliments of the local Kiwanis club for swimming lessons and general enjoyment. A great many hours was spent there forgetting life’s problems and just enjoying ourselves. Later on this was to be my saving grace when it came to forming relationships and strong friendships.
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