I don't really remember being adopted, but I do remember the first time my parents told me. I was young, around 6, and it was Christmas. I remember asking my parents about why I didn't have an siblings and why I didn't really look like anyone in the family. Even at that age I knew something was different about me.
When they sat me down and explained that I had been adopted, it made a little more sense. They told me that a different mommy gave birth to me, but couldn't keep me. Then they explained that they were not 'compatible' to have their own biological children, so they adopted me. They promised to love me and cherish me as their own, for the rest of their lives.