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| Family photo as we moved to Tokyo, Japan (left to right) brother Randy, mother Joan, dad Steve Jr, and me |
I was born in Tennessee, started kindergarten in Japan, and
graduated high school in Spain. I lived in ten cities and three countries over
those years, and I was in different high schools my sophomore, junior, and
senior years.
Ah, the life of
an Air Force kid.
School wasn’t
that hard; what was hard was remembering my latest address. Making friends with
people while knowing that I wasn’t going to be around long enough to keep those
friendships. Planning anything beyond a few months out seemed impossible.
Why? Because I never
knew when Dad was going to give us our latest “orders.” And they almost always
involved leaving where we were and going somewhere else where the Air Force
wanted him to be.
No wonder I grew
up as a kid desperately trying to find a place to belong. To feel some sort of
permanence. To feel as if I mattered.
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