Personal Narrative: My Childhood Memories Of Foster Care

When I was five years old I went into foster care. In the course of about a year I had been through about four different homes. It was a hard time especially at such a young age. I often think back to the time and see how my life has changed so much from it. My brother was only three at the time so he doesn’t have much memory of it, however I do. I have vivid memories of the house I lived in and some of the things that happened in it. I remember the multiple houses I went through and the things I suffered through. Throughout the year that I was in foster care I experienced a lot of physical and verbal abuse due to incidents that weren’t even my fault. Most of the families had actual children, so my brother and I seemed like outsiders and it …show more content…
Within in a few months of coming to their house they adopted my brother and I. Shortly after, the other kids in the house found another family that adopted them as well. I now have an adopted sister who is now almost ten years old. I’ve always had a closer connection with my father because of the initiative he took and he was the first one to ever show true love towards me. I still feel the effects of him as well as my mother in my life today. I know if I ever need anyone I can always turn to him and he’ll always be there. Since such a young age I’ve had a drive to make sure that I never put my future son or daughter in that position. It’s a position that no kid should ever have to face especially at such a young age. I have worked almost a full time since the age of sixteen and have maintained almost straight A’s. I pay all my bills including my phone, car, and insurance. My work ethic and determination set in me at such a young age has proved to be a major impact in my life. The fact that I didn’t want to turn out like my biological parents has been my drive. My parents now have showed me how to be a good parent. Everything I have ever achieved to this day I can say it’s because of them. One little act of care in a young person’s life can prove to be a detrimental influence in someone’s life and I’m living proof of