Yet I received a thorough verbal lashing at practice for the mistakes I had made.
This is not to say that, prior to this, I had been closed up in a bland box of a world.
I had traveled to India, my father's home, and England, my mother's home, annually: a practice my family and I continue to this day.
I had been living in Geneva, Switzerland for four years, during which time I had attended an international school consisting of over 96 different nationalities. " Did I have no appreciation of anything other than Mc Donald's or Coca-Cola?
I had already become fluent in French and had become accustomed to the new culture in which I was living--a culture which I had believed to be rich in tolerance and acceptance. Had I not been touched by the new world I had been exposed to?