in fifth grade my family moved back to Vancouver and i was having a blast. One weekend my dad sister and i went to the playground at my school and me being the stupid child i was (and still am) i thought it would be a good idea to go the the tree branch we used to swing on at recess by myself. I was swinging for a bit until the branch broke and i fell out of the tree and landed right on the tree roots which resulted in a broken arm and a cast that went from my wrist to shoulder.
then halfway through sixth grade we moved allllll the way the the United States of America specifically Kansas and i hated it.
i had my first experience with Americans and they were WACK. My science teacher had the strongest southern accent i have ever heard to this day and i had never heard someone speak like that before and it honestly scared me. And the kids used weird words like y'all, everyone had guns and everyone was religious which i also never had much experience with and i thought it was pretty strange.