When I was a little kid, I was the liveliest kid in the class and on the playground. I loved every part of my little life. However, other kids looked at me weird. That didn’t bother me what so ever. I loved my life so who cares about what other people thought. I didn’t even understand why they believed I was weird. It wasn’t until few years later that I finally understood people. I got dropped off at daycare at six o’clock in the morning and not even by my mother. At that time, my uncle who I lived with dropped me off there before he went to work. I was usually the first one there and the last one out. My mother at the time was just starting her life as a soldier. My friends asked me why I didn’t have a father and why my mother was in an American military and why I lived with my uncle. To me this was as normal as kids with a father and a mother and so called “normal” life. My mother was my mother and also my father. She was my parent and even more. She had never failed to make me less of a kid because I didn’t have a father. I never felt that I was left out in this father-daughter life.
In my fifth year of school, I realized that I wasn’t the same as what people call “normal” public school student. Almost everyone in my fifth grade class knew each other since they were young. Most kids in my class lived in Virginia all their life time. I recently just moved there and I definitely felt like an odd ball. For how long I had lived then, I believed that I was perfectly normal attending a military public school. Students in class change like the season come and go. Everything about the military public school life was so natural to me. I felt lost when I had to move to the states and attend a “real” public school. Of course every military kid deals with moving and changing friends. It’s the number one problem that every military kid has in common. It actually might be