Finally I had the opportunity to see where I came from. As an adopted person I have always been a bit curious at to where I was from and whether or not that has had any impact on who I am. Well, Let me tell you...it most certainly does not!
My first view of Sunnyside was coming off the freeway. In front of me were hundreds of cows. Its true. Just hundreds of them. Then we saw the welcome to Sunnyside sign and naturally I needed a picture. As we stepped out of the car the overwhelming aroma of country gold swarmed over us. It was so pungent that shallow fast breaths were required in order to survive. We then decided to drive through this thriving metropolis of a country town and take advantage of a restroom. Interestingly enough....Sunnyside is not very friendly to travelers. We stopped at three different popular gas stations and none of them had public restrooms. I know shocking....We decided to follow the big blue "H" signs to the hospital. Shocking as it was that this place even had a hospital we figured it had to have bathrooms. So we pull up to what must have been my place of birth. I am pretty sure this hospital only had five beds! Maybe one nurse! It was a miracle that I survived. Ah just kidding. But really, I am so very blessed to have been adopted and given this wonderful life and upbringing. Because when you think about it, the suburbs of Utah are ten million times better than Sunnyside, cow town, Washington.
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