My Life As A Foreigner

September 13, 1989, is the day I could never forget. It was a chilly, cool morning day at the Munich International Airport. Airline passengers were bustling around the gigantic airport, frantically running around to catch their flight. I was about four years old, wearing a few layers of clothing because it was extremely wintry in the foreign European country. Everyone knew how I was feeling. I felt nervous, scared, sad, angry, and disappointed all at the same …

…puzzle pieces together and find out what kind of a person I should be. Should I try in all I got to be the popular kid? Should I try to go over the limits of achieving the best grades in order to satisfy my parents? Should I listen to this type of music to fit in with the cool kids? In due course, finding out who I AM was something I had to find out.