Personal Narrative: Early Childhood

Season One: Early Childhood (Birth to 5 years of Age)

Once upon a time in Detroit Michigan on November 17, 1979, there was a little baby boy born in Hutzel Hospital by the name of William L Hayworth to Grace T Hayworth & William J Hayworth. My dad is from Knoxville Tn and my mom is from Detroit Mi. I didn’t grow up with them like kids .I was a foster child. I stayed in the foster care system until the age of fifteen when my sister found me and adopted me and brought me to California. My dad meet my mother and they begin dating until they realized that they loved each other enough to get married. I am not sure how long they were married but I know they did get a divorce shortly after I was born. My mother struggled with drugs and alcohol abuse. …show more content…
I am not sure. How true that was. My early child hood life I really don 't remember anything at all. I am not sure if that is a good or a bad thing. I say good thing because it may have been a painful situation because no one wants to be taken away from his or her family at all. I was told I was in several different foster home. I was also told that I was in a boy’s home also. My sister told me that during this age my mother was trying to get me back but the State of Michigan would not let her get me back. I am guessing that she was still struggling with her drug addictions. Meanwhile my dad was working in the auto industry with Chrysler Motor Company and he got transfer to New York to work. He came to Detroit at an early age. He had one sister by the name of Pam. After I was placed in to foster care my dad and my mother were not talking to each other at all. He did not know that I was placed into the foster care system and appartly the Foster Care system had no ideal about his whereabouts. I am not sure if that was because of my mother or if that was because of the system poor efforts. You have to remember around this time there was no cell phones or internet, so if some one moved that was it there was no way to reach out .The foster care system actually had created a story that my dad was dead …show more content…
I know that my social clock was total different. I did not grow up like the normal child with his mother and father. It would have been nice but that is not my story. It would have even been somewhat nice it I had grew up with one of them, no not me. I grew up with total strangers. I actually met a few different strangers who eventually became my temporary foster family. I know that my psychological clock was probably all over the place trying to figure out who was who and who was I. I am sure that I really had no true attachment to anyone at all maybe to my stuff animals that my mom gave me. I think that is why I remember them in my memory. Based on Freud theory I would have to say that I was a spot lighter in infancy stage of life because I know I am a spot lighter now as an adult. I don 't remember my terrible two but I am sure that I was terrible. I don 't remember daycare or my first day of school. I wish I did unfortunatley I don’t. I do remember one of my foster parents around this age. Her name was Mrs. Rodgers; she was a nice older lady who was my guardian. I remember that she had two other kids for sure, Marcus and Jeanine. I actually rediscover Jeannie not too long ago and we are social media friends. I don’t know too much about my family background other than that my mother is born and raised in Detroit MI and that my Dad is from Knoxville, TN, I still have family there