Most individuals would define me as a military brat. My dad, who is now retired, dedicated twenty-two years of his life to fighting for his country in the United States Army. In the last two or so years of his career, my mom, my two little sisters and I trekked across the ocean with him all the way to his last duty station in Wiesbaden, Germany. Boy, was that a new experience. I was starting my freshman year of high school in a strange place. To make matters worse, we had moved in the middle of the year so it was clear I was going to be one of, if not the only, new kid.