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Boy, do I feel this one. My dad was in the Navy, and we moved every two years until I was 12. I still remember living in Waukegan, IL for the blizzard of '77, the school I went to in Pensacola, FL and visiting Mt. Etna when we lived in Sicily. Great post!

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Love it! I grew up in a lot of different places. I went to 13 different schools between kindergarten & my senior year, but it also made me a citizen of the world and I think gave me so much more empathy & compassion. Moving was hard for sure, but it made me who I am and if I could, I wouldn’t go back and change a thing!

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