Laila S...
Kadena Elementary School
When I was just four years old, my dad joined the military. I lived with my grandma, grandpa, and aunt back then. I remembered when my dad went to basic training for a long time. I had to watch his long curly hair get clipped with a pair of scissors until it was short. And how he had written letters to my mom for the months he was gone. Then when my dad got back from basic training I moved from Texas to Spokane. I went to Washington by car. The hardest part was seeing my grandma, grandpa, and aunt for the last time before moving. When I moved there, I made a friend and then more. My friends and I grew up together. But then I had the horrifying news that I had to move again, but this time to Okinawa. I knew I would probably never see my friends, and that I would only be able to visit my grandparents once a year, but I couldn't do anything about it. The only thing I could do was cry, and try to spend the most time with my friends as possible. It's really hard being a military child. But you get to make new friends. And explore new places that some kids don't even get to go to. As a military child I am proud of myself, and other military kids should be proud of themselves too.