“I have no idea who I am, but know exactly who I’m supposed to be!” I have said these words often. Being adopted, I truly have no idea who I am. Being raised in a loving home, I know exactly who I’m supposed to be! I can’t lie; I have often wondered if this love of words that I have, is linked to the life I never knew. Where did it come from; this need to write? I grew up in England. My memories are vivid and they’re good ones. A home filled with laughter and love; funny, I remember the laughter the most. I think it’s because my mom had the greatest laugh! We spent our time together doing the things I now realize that as a child, I took for granted. Theater in the woods, plays in the park, hiking, cave exploring, and picnics on the moors, horse-riding, long walks; always walking together across beautiful lush fields. I remember the ‘green’ of the fields, the color and the smell. My parents always encouraged my need to write; I had plenty to write about. I attended the most incredible schools; small, church schools. Where service and religious education classes were normal; so unlike today’s world where church and State are separated. (I’m sure it is there now, too). The buildings in England are truly magnificent. You can only imagine the history that runs through them. I remember as a child looking at the slabs of slate on the magnificent Cathedral floors and thinking how incredible the floor was…the floor! The stone pillars and the unbelievable art work, hand painted on the ceilings; so incredibly beautiful, that even as a child I was stunned and lost for words. My parents made a point to ‘drag’ us (me and my sister), all over England. I am grateful that they did; though as a child, one never really understands the gift. We took grave rubbings of headstones that were in the early thirteenth century, can you imagine? Pirates and little John’s; the real little John, who wasn’t little at all over seven feet, they say.Walks in Sherwood Forest and the Lord’s Houses, unbelievable majestic type houses; almost like palaces, I’ve never seen such since. The history and the detail of the structures can’t ever be duplicated and one can somehow feel the presence of the past. It simply engulfs your mind and spirit.I know that growing up in England was an incredible thing; but the greatest gift and sacrifice was the one my parents made when they brought us to the States. Knowing that the life they were carving out for our family was the best possible one that they could provide. I am blessed to have known two types of worlds. But the greatest gift of all is experiencing the opportunities this country has to offer. My children will never know how good they have it; because, they’ve always had it! I am a citizen of the States and a true believer in the ‘dream’ of this country. But I realize that my connection to England definitely made me who I am today! I keep my memories close to me; my mother’s laugh, theater in the woods, plays in the park and those incredible slate floors…floors!
Causes Amanda Thrasher Supports
I spend time with lots of children my self; hospitals, orphanages, schools and private institutions. I really admire the 'Make a wish foundation,' and...