Although we lived all over the country when i was little, by the time I was 13 we had settled down in New Jersey, not far from New York City. My parents were both Navy officers and decided to retire early, after the end of the First eWar. Whenever they were stationed on ships we were sent to live with one relative or another. The New Jersey house was were we got together whenever they were back in the states. If possible they’d try to meet us there at Christmas, or Passover, our two favorite holidays. Since we didn’t know anyone in town, it was a wonderful time when we all just hung out together, watching movies, or playing Scrabble or Yahtzee, games our gramma had taught us. Mom made us wonderful breakfasts, and read to us at night. Dad got bored sitting around the house, so we were always helping him paint the bedroom or plant bushes by the front porch or repave the driveway. They’d splurge once in a while and take us into the city to see a concert or an art show. Once we got to go on a Navy submarine, the most exciting thing we’d ever done. No wonder all three of us joined the Navy.