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 …showed first 75 words of 502 total…

…showed last 75 words of 502 total…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.