Well I too was adopted, I was adopted at birth and my adoptive parents always told me I was adopted, so it wasnt a shock to me. My brother was also adopted and he was Aboriginal, but that didnt worry me. My mother died when I was 12, but luckily she had married a good man (whom I called Dad, her and my first Dad divorced years prior, and I dont even remember him). I lived with Dad til I was 16 then moved away from home when I met a guy. When it became possible to find your biological parents, I did just that and I found my natural mother, she lived about four hours away from me and had never married, so it wasnt too hard for people to track her down. I first met her on Mothers Day in 1991 when I was 24 years old (nearly 25). To my amazement she too was Aboriginal and so I then met my brother and two sisters that were her other children (I was the only one that was fair tho, and sometimes I think that is why I was adopted out?). My adoptive father died in 1998 which really affected me, much more than I thought it would and in 2003 my biological mother died from cancer. I actually met my biological father for the first time in January 2005, it was very overwhelming, but I will never be able to meet his children, my other brother and sisters because I was the result of an affair! Anyway, I have had a pretty good life, and even tho we done it tough, I know that I had a better life with my adoptive parents than I wouldve had with my biological family. The only thing I think was a bother was that I was of Aboriginal blood and no one in my adoptive family knew of that and so I missed out on all my culture, and it is very hard to learn that. But, life goes on, I have had a really good life considering, but would never consider adopting out a child, only because I feel that I wouldnt have a reason to.