10. Childhood memory

I had to think about this one, as I have moved so often my childhood is full of many disparate memories. Of course I remember friends, houses, schools, towns and cities. I have left more stuff in different houses than I care to remember and so today my memory is my green card from when I was 8 and we moved to the states. For the longest time if we lived anywhere for about 3 years my sister and I started asking when are going to move again.