As I sit here eating my dinner realizing how far behind I have gotten on all my work, I am left pondering how I have gotten to this moment in my life.
It all started many years ago on the date of January 11, 1991; My mother gave birth to me that day in the town of Ulm, Germany (same town as Einstein... no big deal). I have very few memories of my life in Germany, but the ones I do have are.. I guess interesting would be the correct word choice. Memories such as falling into a pond full of snakes, getting yelled at by the old lady across the street for drawing on the side walk, and playing soccer with my way cooler and older seven year old neighbor fill my mind. I do not recall the emotions I felt at the time when it became official that we were moving to America, but I expect them to be normal.
I arrived year in December of 1995 to see 6 foot high snow lying on the ground. I was at the ripe-old age of 4 then, turning 5 the next month. The first few weeks were spent in a hotel where I learned how to swim. When I finally moved into my current house, I was quickly introduced to the neighborhood kids. I instantly made friends with a fellow immigrant from Germany who was one year older. Realizing that it might be scandalous to only hang out with older people, I befriended another child who remains my friend to this day.
The transition to school life was difficult but I was up to the task with youth-like vigor. I quickly adapted and do not recall any hardships in learning the language. It was at this time that my habit of procrastination began to develop. Throughout elementary school I had to constantly forge my parent's signature so the teachers thought they knew I was not doing my homework.
Yes, those were the times that would eventually lead to my current state. Behind on my work, yet this time the teachers won't be upset.. I will just do poorly in class. Oh the path that fate carried me is a harsh one, yet I regret nothing. My younger and more innocent days were excellent and I am truly blessed to have spent my youth the way I have.
Monday, March 29, 2010
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That's too cool you got to live in another country. I'd imagine that the transition as a little kid made it a lot easier though than had it been a couple years later.
ReplyDeleteYour memories of Germany were quite odd and it must have been tough fitting in when you came to America.
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