Adopted at 4 in 1949
I can remember the day I left my birth mother to live with my adopted parents very well. I had never met them before and arrived on their doorstep with just the clothes I was wearing.
Forty years later I met up with my birth Mum, which was a joyous occasion, and she filled me in with more details.
I would love to correspond/meet up with women/men who were adopted as young children at the end of the 2nd World War, so we can share our experiences and how it shaped our lives, as the system of adoption then was fairly primitive.