How easy it has always been to think/wish myself away from my childhood. Easy to think that someone else could have adopted me, and my life would have been different/better. My life could have been decided by flipping a coin. Heads I go to live with Laura and Kenneth, tails I’m sent along another path. Recently my oldest daughter tracked down M. and F., Laura and Kenneth’s friends at the time of my adoption. After telling me that F. had taken his own life right in front of her – shot himself with a shotgun – gore every where. M’s voice over the phone became the raspy voice of too many cigarettes and too much whisky as she said, “I almost took you, but Kenneth and Laura wanted a baby, so I let them have you.” Flip a coin, how simple.