Sometime ago I lived in Australia. We had just moved there because of a promotion my father had received with the co. he worked for. The thought of moving halfway across world was a very exciting proposal to me and I just couldn't wait. New places, way of life and a new way of inventing myself, after all no one would know me as I was when I lived in the States. I was a goofy skinny little kid always trying to prove I was cool so I would fit in with the crowd. But alas you are who you are and I didn't find the streets paved with gold a crowds of people welcoming me as I pictured. I was an original geek. I loved science, math, social studies and almost anything else I could learn. I loved to surf and I lived right across from the beach so when I wasn't working on school work or chores I was surfing. The changes came easy to me be cause of my age, adapting is a little easier when you are a geek new adventures are scarier but the thrill of being scared is a very cool emotion. When I was entered into school this is where the real problem started. I was tested and placed into the 3rd forum which is about equivalent to the 10th grade here. I had skipped grades before so I didn't think much of it. Here again I fell into my old ways and had to prove how smart I was and the other students didn't like it. They took me for what I was which was a geek. I was picked on and beaten up a couple of times and this just what I had left behind and this wasn't going to get it. I talked to my parents and they were having a real bad time of making the adjustments themselves. Soon my mother had enough and returned to the States leaving my father to try to bring up a I know it all son and a rebellious daughter of 15. There were constant fights going on in the house between us kids and my dad. I can only guess he to gave up and returned. My sister and I were overjoyed of the fact that we could now do whatever we wanted and weren't going to ruin it by telling anyone. I just quit going to school and found a job working in a place called Bondi Junction in a store named Grace Brothers. I didn't make much but it was enough to live on if I spent my money right, my sister did the same. It worked fine for awhile but the wanderlust was just to much to bare. I saved up some money and told my sister I was moving north to a place I had just heard of called Surfers Paradise north of Brisbane. So I packed up what little clothes I had grabbed my board and headed north, once again looking for the streets paved of gold. I hitch hiked north and finally got there. I found a group of homeless surfer's and hung around them so I could learn the ways of the streets. It didn't take long because if you didn't you don't survive. I stayed there about 6 months and got lonely for my sister so I returned to Sydney to find her. I went to Bondi Beach and she was still there working in the junction. I stayed with her until I got my job back at Grace Bro.'s. This time the management was a little concerned about me, I was skinny before but I lost even more weight not eating so well up at the G.B.R. and contacted the cops. My sister heard about the cops looking for me and told me I had to hide if I wanted to stay. Our visa's had run out by this time and they were looking for me anyway. It took about a year before they found me and deported me back to the States with my sister soon to follow. Now some of you will say my father was wrong to leave us there and he was but he had his trial and tribulations too. I hated him for awhile but as I grew older and learned the ways of different religions ( I liked Zen Buddhism the most other than Christianity) I discovered the only way to find the inner peace I so longed for was inside myself and nobody could take it away from me. The only thing I could do is teach others where to find it. I searched out for my dad and he was my first student.