what's your story?

On Sunday I talked about how we all have stories and they play a big part in who we are. I don't know why but since then i have felt like i should give you guys a short version of my story, but first i want to say that i wouldn't change any of it. So here it goes...

When I was probably about 5 years old, my parents filed for divorce, but my mom and I didn't move
out before I was 7. Living with two people who hate each other isn't the best experience, even for a little kid who can't clearly remember a whole lot. We only moved to the next town over and in the middle of the school year. Luckily my mom drove into our old town everyday for the rest of the year so I could finish the year there with my friends. This is how I got into soccer. When the year ended and I would officially be going to the school in my new town, I asked my mom if I could play soccer in my old town so I could stay in touch with those friends. Obviously she said yes. I played on that team, traveling to the next town just to play soccer for 3 years. In between all of this my mom meet someone and married him. He would later become my legal father. (causing my last name to change) He became my legal father because my biological father was so paranoid about getting his money back from his child support check every month. (yes, my mom gave him money back that she was legally entitled to) That the one month she didn't give him money back because she hadn't received a check, he freaked out. He took it out on me and being the 11 year old that I was, I cried. That only made him more angry so he told my mom to come pick me up. I told him i never wanted to see him again and i haven't since. But he started threatening to force his visitation rights, I asked my step dad to adopt me. By now I was 14 and could legally say in court that I wanted to be adopted. My biological father signed the paper giving up his rights to me without thinking about it twice because to him it just meant that he didn't have anymore child support. I haven't seen him for almost 6 years now. So when i say "my dad" I'm talking about the man who adopted me, the man who loves me.
             -Any man can be a father but it takes a special kind of man to be a dad.
I don't hate my biological father because without him I wouldn't be here. I also never wish that I had a different biological father because if I did I probably wouldn't know the friends that I have today or have soccer. I love my life and as I said earlier I wouldn't change a thing in the past or the present.