I grew up in Kenya until I was about eleven. Kenya was very beautiful and fun. The weather was fine; the people were kind, generous and helpful. I rarely felt like an outsider or an outcast. As they say, "It takes a village to raise a child." In Kenya, the entire neighborhood consisted of my parents, siblings, etc. If I had done something bad, the closest adult would have solved the problem. Everywhere I went, I felt like I was at home. I miss the feeling of knowing that everyone around you genuinely cares about you and your success. Ever since I came here to U of M, I have felt distant from people. Almost no one talks to anyone. The population is so large that it's almost like living in an academic city. I miss everything about the town I grew up in. I especially miss my childhood because Kenya was where I spent most of my childhood, so it will forever be special