Renae Morris Schroeder
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Growing up Adopted
Chapter Three Although my childhood at home was idyllic, school was a different story. I was painfully shy and didn’t make friends easily. I had a huge desire to be liked and accepted, but I was also very awkward. My second-grade teacher noticed I liked to sit in the front row but was struggling to comprehend what was written on the chalk board. She suggested that I needed an eye exam. At the age of seven, I had to start wearing glasses. At first, I was excited! I thought glasses would make me look pretty and smart! Instead it became a problem. My vision was extremely near-sighted and it degraded so rapidly during my youth that I needed new prescriptions every six months. To put it bluntly, I was wearing “coke bottles” on my face. My eye doctor would ask about family vision history because it was most likely hereditary. My Mom would answer, “We don’t know. She is adopted.” I also had such crooked teeth that all of my baby teeth had to be pulled because my permanent teeth didn’t push them out like they are supposed to. I knew my ophthalmologist and dentist better than I knew some of my family members! To complete this unfortunate trifecta of awkwardness, I was an early bloomer, and reached my current height of 5’8 by the time I was twelve-years-old. Other than a couple of boys, I towered over everyone else until I got in high school.
By Renae Morris Schroeder3 years ago in Families
Growing up Adopted
Chapter Two We moved to a small farm in Sandy, Oregon when I was five months old. Our house was moved from where the I-205 freeway was being built at the time. I remember my parents saying the house cost $2500 and moving it also cost $2500. Coalman Road was narrow and winding and it was quite a feat to get the house out to the five acres that it would sit on. My paternal grandparents, Mac and Ruth Morris, had purchased 40 acres in 1950 in Sandy; they gave my parents five acres of that to put their house on. My parents would eventually purchase five more acres, to make our little farm bigger.
By Renae Morris Schroeder3 years ago in Families