I was moved to Paris from
the blissful mountains of northern New Mexico at the tender age of
two. I don't remember much of this, and now It seems
to me that I've always been in France.
My father speaks French, and has always had a thing for the French and France. My mom
is linguistically challenged, and is not a great fan of the French.
C'est la vie. Vive la différence!
I have had no choice, I have had to adapt. I live
inside an English speaking family in a French speaking country. I
have always gone to French schools, where it's been trial by fire. It has taken nerves of steel to maintain a positive attitude, and a sense of humor.
So in France I became a "Petite choux", a
little cabbage (child). With the hair style called, choucroute, named after an Alsatian cabbage dish. From children to hairdos, the French are
always comparing things to cabbages.