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	<title>Comments on: Random Thoughts from Childhood Series-The Visits</title>
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		<title>By: C.J. MacKechnie</title>
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		<description>Hoping from foster home to foster home. I never had any visits until after my adoptive mother had died and I had visits with my adoptive father. I was very excited to go visit for the weekend. I was very happy to go be with my DAD. Even though all he wanted to do was drink and to do nothing. Eventually, I went to find my old friends to spend time with and pretty much disappeared until Sunday. I hated leaving to go back to the group home. I wanted to stay with my DAD. Upon arrival back at the group home. I was mean and very rude to everyone.  After several of these visits some of which I did not know about until that Friday. I was asked if I wanted to go and live with my DAD. My answer without any hesitation was YES and That is exactly what I wanted then. Even though as an adult it may not have been what was best for me at that time.. Because, My adoptive father and I never developed a  good father son relationship. Even to this day. I have become thankful over the years for what I am able to have with him. 
John</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hoping from foster home to foster home. I never had any visits until after my adoptive mother had died and I had visits with my adoptive father. I was very excited to go visit for the weekend. I was very happy to go be with my DAD. Even though all he wanted to do was drink and to do nothing. Eventually, I went to find my old friends to spend time with and pretty much disappeared until Sunday. I hated leaving to go back to the group home. I wanted to stay with my DAD. Upon arrival back at the group home. I was mean and very rude to everyone.  After several of these visits some of which I did not know about until that Friday. I was asked if I wanted to go and live with my DAD. My answer without any hesitation was YES and That is exactly what I wanted then. Even though as an adult it may not have been what was best for me at that time.. Because, My adoptive father and I never developed a  good father son relationship. Even to this day. I have become thankful over the years for what I am able to have with him.<br />
John</p>
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