I was a missionary’s kid. My first few years of public
school were spent in another country, with a dominant culture that was anything
but North American. I missed the Beatles, Star Trek (until it was syndicated) and the Adam West Batman TV show. I missed Woodstock. I heard about the U.S. putting someone on the moon from halfway across the world and days after it
happened. I didn’t play hockey or football or baseball. When I returned to
North America, I didn’t know any of the bands that were popular and I had
an obvious British accent. I wore the wrong clothes and had the wrong
haircut. To top it off, in school I was placed with kids I was well ahead of
intellectually but well behind culturally and interpersonally.
All of this created pretty much the perfect storm of
Grade 5 nerd-dom. Socially speaking, I couldn’t do anything right in
school. Not a thing.