Germany, I can’t remember much but from the pictures I looked like I was free, creative, nurtured. I was fat and had double, triple chins. I had a crush on a blonde hair, blue eyed German boy. You can see my eye averting itself towards him, in every pre-kindergarten picture. My best friend was a brown haired pony tail girl, her name I can’t recall.
Germany, Hamburg is a faint memory, a fact of my birth that makes people gasp, drop their jaws or ask “were your parents in the military?”
To be continued…