Baseball the Game of Passion
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My Family
My Family has always been a very important staple in my life, they come to all of my sporting events and school activities to support me 100%. They are always there if I ever am in trouble or in need of help, they can do whatever I need. If I need a talking to and I need to calm down and focus they can do that for me. Then there are the times that I have with my brothers and my other family and we have a lot of fun, memories that you share with your family you will never forget.
We have thanksgiving together, and all of my family comes out here for the 4th of July and we have the best time. During the day we go out in the boat and things in the water and at night we eat a lot of food and shoot off tons of fireworks. Then we will sit around with everyone just chatting about anything and everything, catching up on what everyone has been doing. Sitting in the warmth of the wonderful summer evening. Then everyone heads home and there I am with my parents and maybe a few friends to watch some of the fireworks around the lake still going off, its peaceful and its family time that we all share together. The times that we share with our family will always be some of the best of our lives and the 4th of July is just one of the many things that I do with my family.
On the other hand not everything that my family and I do is all roses and fun, don’t think that at all because my family also has its many pitfalls and I have my many pitfalls as well. There are times in my life when I wonder why I was adopted and I think wow I was not born by these parents. My other ones are out there somewhere, and people always ask me if I get curious about knowing what my other family would be like. Of course I share that same curiosity with them, but at the time I do not believe that I am mature enough to handle meeting my parents, and my father for the first time actually, I have no idea who he really is. No name, no face to put with him, heck I don’t even know if I look like him. My family and I are different, there are families that don’t share the same situation as having four adopted kids that are all spread apart in age. Yet my family and I push through that and we look past that, people don’t understand they think that coming from different parents would divide us kids by thinking, “hey, you aren’t my real brother ” That kind of thing does not happen, if anything being from different parents brings us together because we are so different from each other we are curious to learn about each other. Some people see it as a tough thing to deal with and I see it as a blessing for my parents, my brothers, and myself to be unique in this way, and we have always been a religious family so we definitely believe that each one of us kids was a blessing to our parents. The sacrifice that they make everyday when the go