Eighth grade is typically a harsh year for pre-teens, and mine was no exception. I was not the most athletically coordinated boy, which placed me firmly at the lowest ranking of the middle school echelon. Add to that my greasy hair, braces, and over-sized, thick-lens eyeglasses, and you start to get a very sorry picture. Thankfully, my nomadic family decided to temporarily move due to my father’s work situation. We rented out our house for one year and packed up to... Read more