Over the course of my childhood in the military, I attended sixteen different schools, and lived in almost as many houses. I didn't think to complain at the time, because it was the only life I knew, and it wasn't any different than every other kid I knew - we all being military dependents.
It's just the way it was.
We knew that we were members of a unique sub-culture of America, and I (at least) felt very privileged and extremely secure within its protective blanket.
At the time, it didn't dawn on me that I was sacrificing anything. Only in later years, after becoming a civilian, did I realize that military dependents do indeed sacrifice many things that civilians take for granted.
Overall, though, I'd say that my military upbringing marked me for life in many ways - mostly good. If given a choice, I'd do it all again without hesitation.
What's funny is, although I never served, myself, strangers quite often assume that I did. That always surprises me, but I guess it's just 'where I come from'.
You can take the boy out of the military, but you can't take the military out of the boy :-)
“What’s funny is, although I never served, myself, strangers quite often assume that I did.”
Well, in a way, you did.
I wouldn’t change my upbringing either. It has a pedigree going back to, at least, Homer.
.LOL! Still remember a “police call” my Dad had us kids do.