I went to three different junior high schools in three different states.
It was brutal.
British Regiment Attached Traveler: Daughter of the Regiment.
My Mom was a “Military Brat”. My grandfather was career Army Officer. One of the most incredible duty stations was Beirut, Lebanon (once the Paris of the Mediterranean). I also joined the Army and was stationed in Germany. The best times of my life outside of the threat of the Russians and Warsaw Pact invasion lol.
Moved 6 times by the time I finished HS (and 14 times thereafter...) Great memories!
I was born in Landstuhl, Germany U.S. Army Hospital, 1952. I have a German birth certificate which has been a pain in my butt my whole life, having to prove I’m a U.S. citizen on many occasions. My father was Army, my brother was Army, my daughter was Army, but I’m the black sheep of the family for choosing Air Force.
Army brat from birth until HS graduation. Mostly up and down the east coast with 7 yrs in Germany. During senior year, signed up myself and was in at 17(2nd day in the Army was my 18th birthday). Between my life as an Army brat, my time in, and after retirement, I wouldn’t trade the experience for the world.
Best times were in Troop 88, BSA. Having a supply sergeant as Scout Master had some benefits. Our neckerchief had the SAC emblem ... went all the way up to the Secretary of the Air Force for approval.
Best breakfast I ever had was at the mess hall in the Azores. Anyone know what branch I should thank?
My first 16 years of life were spent as an Air Force brat.
Living on Otis AFB, Cape Cod, MA, during the Kennedy years was an experience unmatched.
First, it was The Cuban Missile Crisis, with a multi-star general, who stood six-by-six to me, telling us it would be easier ‘to look at the bright light’, than hide and wait for daddy to find us.
Second, not too much later, was the Kennedy assassination, and funeral. Since Otis AFB was JFK’s ‘homebase’, and I was lucky to meet him while visiting my dad at the ‘Base Ops’ office, My dad, his crew, and I really took it hard.
I was born in the base hospital at March Field, Riverside CA and lived and traveled all over the US and Europe. I started at a new school sometimes more than once a year and had to learn to dance lightly on my feet and fit in quickly. I know during one stretch we lived in 13 locations in 10 years.
It wasn't until my dad retired to a "civilian" community and I went to school with kids who, in some cases, had never left the town they were born in, that I realized I was a little different than others but not in a bad way.
I had more and varied experiences in different locations than most kids in classes had. I had already traveled throughout Europe and North Africa by the time I was in middle school. I believe it helped me with my confidence at that young age and helped in my school lessons and activities.
I had learned to adapt to new environments and circumstances quickly and saw that as normal. That ability to handle change regularly has served me well in my life.
And I "blame" it on being a military brat. "-)
AF brat. 4 years in Japan (Yakota), 4 in the UK (RAF Upper Heyford), all over the US. Ended up in DC area. I tried to enlist but was on asthma meds, a showstopper. Got into computers. First clearance at 17, TS filed the day I turned 18, TS/EBI 2 years later. Spent most of the 80s in the black world.
I had a 6 y/o in first grade. [Izmir, Turkey NATO] He was a sweet little guy; could speak five languages fluently; didn’t know the alphabet, numbers or colors; yet, somehow, I taught him to read.
Tike moved around a lot. I think he would qualify as a *brat*; I affectionately called the urchins *NATO brats*.
IIRC, he was the one who was *color blind* ...his parents had no clue. They were shocked to learn that.
Army brat here, born at Itazuke AFB.