Dawn is breaking

When we first moved to Germany, I was ten years old, and, as an Army brat, used to moving.  What I wasn't used to was living somewhere where my grandmother wasn't just a weekend visit away...she was a whole ocean away!  I thought I would die of homesickness - in this case, home meant my grandparents.
The first little town I lived in...

That's me in the apron and white hat...the town held a parade and invited some of the Americans living on their economy to participate.  My brother is holding one of the flags, my mom is the Indian, and my dad is the cowboy.
We were quite geeky.  Maybe we still are...