It was 1960 and I was four years old when father and mother adopted me.
Father was older than my new mother, although I din't realsie this at the time of course. He was a bank manager at the bank in our town, mother was pretty and as with most middle class ladies at the time stayed at home to care for me.
My father ,again like men at the time, was strict with me and when I had done something naughty I would be over his lap without any fuss for a good smacking.
I grew up accepting my new life and was genrally a happy child as far as I know.