I was adopted at three days old, I have no memories of my birth parents, but I remember the first day I was brought home. I know it's unusual to have memories before age two or three but I do have many, but of those the most vivid was one I had on my first day at my adoptive parents. My mother had me down in what was the laundry room and she had a pet spider money in a cage. She got rid of it a few days later at her doctors advise.

I am 62 now and I still remember that money and it is the memory of that monkey that proved that I did remember that day because she never told me about it, I related it to her many years later.

My mother had gone into menopause early (at 30) and did not believe she could have children of her own which was why I was adopted, but then 2 years and nine months later she became pregnant with my sister or step sister whatever that relationship is.

After my sister was born my father seemed to somewhat lose interest in me,
I never felt like I was "his", but my mother always treated us as equals. My
sister was very manipulative and always set me up, my mother saw through this,
my father didn't.

My father left when I was ten years old, and my mother worked hard and sacrificed much to support my sister and I, and really she had a life of sacrifice having been the eldest of five sisters and brothers and her own father having committed suicide at a fairly young age.

I don't think I ever adequately expressed the admiration and respect I had
for her and her life of self sacrifice.

Now both my adoptive parents have passed on. I was never able to find out
who my birth parents were and I somewhat regret that as I understand I have
three birth brothers who I would have liked to have known.

I had four children of my own, still married after 40 years, but I somewhat
smothered my children and two of them left home as soon as they were of age and
I have not heard from either in more than a decade. Instead of wanting love
they seemed both fiercely independent. My other two, first born is an adult
living with a woman but not married to her and I know they will not have kids
because of her poor health.

My second youngest is still living at home at 30, he is unusual as he has
memories of various previous lives. One of my other children also had memories
of her previous life but they faded when she was around six years old.

My wife works at night, I don't like this as it means I am alone most
nights, I work out of my home, running an Internet company which I've done most
of my life.

At times the universe seems overwhelming. The Beatles song, "All Too
Much" expresses my state well.