UberDragon; The Beginning Ages 0-7

Today was rather uneventful. I told myself when I started this blog, if I didn't have anything current to write about I'd go back into my vault of stories and fill you in with background about me. With that being said, I will begin at the beginning:

I was born Friday, September 13th 1974 in Minneapolis Minnesota. Actually my birthday has fallen on a friday a number of times, I haven't found a pattern for how many years it takes to pop up. The next time a friday birthday will occur for me will be in the year 2013. Interestingly enough that year will turn me 39 which is 3 x 13! Thats a whole lot of 13's falling on the same day hehe, luckily 13 seems to be a good number for me. It's treated me well even if it has been taken off the elevators all over the country. lol

My mother and father were both 20 when I was born. They were young and wild, liked to party and drugs and alcohol were common place. I'm told when I was about a year old my mother took me and left state, within a few months the police had called my father to come pick me up. My mother stayed there, that would be the last time I ever saw my mother. To date I have seen one picture of her. So my father took on the responsibility of single father hood. There are stories of me being abused that float around my 'interesting' family, but it is hard to tell truth from fiction sometimes with them. I do know by the time I was 3 I had been taken from my father and placed in the foster care system.

From 3 to 7 I spent with Mabel and Lloyd Peterson who lived in Crystal, Minnesota. I must say some of my most precious memories come from this time in my life. They were great people, who showed extreme love for every single foster child that came thru their home. I was a trouble maker as a child and got into plenty of trouble. They were stern but always fair. I remember during these years getting into a fight with a girl about my age while on vacation with the Petersons. I hit the poor girl which resulted in her loosing a tooth. She wore ice in a red bandana for days and I sat on the mobile home steps the rest of our stay there. I felt terrible about it immediately afterward, alot like Sebastian, I had trouble thinking before doing as a child. I will say this particular event is a vivid memory and it helped to shape the person I've become. I would never hit a woman and in general I'm a very non-violent person.

I don't remember visits from my father during this time. I don't resent my dad for any of the things in the past by the way. I'm content and overall happy with who I am and each of these pieces you hear about my past make me who I am. If things had gone differently in the past, I assure you I would be a VERY different person today.

I can remember going up north to the woods with the petersons. We made Indian TeePees waay out in the woods. We stocked them up with shelves full of different cans and cardboard boxes. We used anything we could find to make it look like we had food in our TeePees and forts. haha The little personal cereal boxes were my favorite. There were always lots of other kids around to play with because it was a foster home. I still miss them, they treated me very well considering how things went a little later in this story.

And thats where this part of my story ends. Age 7, having fun, beginning to get in trouble with my real mom and dad AWOL for years. Be on the look out for the next segment of this story: UberDragon; The Adopted Years Ages 7-13.