Military brats, a term used to describe children with at least one parent that works full-time for the armed forces. In a military family, moving is a common occurrence, at least in my case it was. During my childhood, I moved at least seven times, to places like Hawaii, Cuba, Virginia, and Germany. Moving was always one of the greatest dilemmas that I had to deal with while growing up. Just a few years ago, my family almost had to pack our bags again and move to Japan. My most recent move was when I was twelve years old, going from living in Germany, to moving back to the states. My school at that time was located on a military base, so everyone else was military as well. That year the base was shutting down, and therefore so was the school.
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It was also a half day in school, with no classes. The day was meant for the students and teachers to say their final goodbyes to each other. So, the whole day the hallways were filled with students laughing, hugging, and of course signing each other’s yearbooks. After some time had passed, one of my classmates began to cry starting a chain reaction until the school was flooded with tears. I never liked to cry in public, so I spent the whole time trying to contain all my emotions that were building up. The happiness and excitement I had felt before suddenly vanished while I watched and stared at all the friends I had made, and relationships that were built over those years knowing it would all end soon. Finally, realizing that maybe I didn’t want to go and start my life all over in a new different place. While I was thinking about this, one of my close friends came up behind me and hugged me. This took me by surprise, and I couldn’t hold back all the pent-up emotions any longer. The minute the first tear began to stream down my cheek, I instantly ran away from my friends in search of my mother, who happened tp work as a teacher there. I ran all the way to her, not wanting anyone to see me crying, I buried my face into her shirt. After calming down a bit, stilling crying however, I went back to my friends. I spent the rest of that day with them crying, laughing, and wishing we had more time
It was also a half day in school, with no classes. The day was meant for the students and teachers to say their final goodbyes to each other. So, the whole day the hallways were filled with students laughing, hugging, and of course signing each other’s yearbooks. After some time had passed, one of my classmates began to cry starting a chain reaction until the school was flooded with tears. I never liked to cry in public, so I spent the whole time trying to contain all my emotions that were building up. The happiness and excitement I had felt before suddenly vanished while I watched and stared at all the friends I had made, and relationships that were built over those years knowing it would all end soon. Finally, realizing that maybe I didn’t want to go and start my life all over in a new different place. While I was thinking about this, one of my close friends came up behind me and hugged me. This took me by surprise, and I couldn’t hold back all the pent-up emotions any longer. The minute the first tear began to stream down my cheek, I instantly ran away from my friends in search of my mother, who happened tp work as a teacher there. I ran all the way to her, not wanting anyone to see me crying, I buried my face into her shirt. After calming down a bit, stilling crying however, I went back to my friends. I spent the rest of that day with them crying, laughing, and wishing we had more time