So, Johnny Depp moved to Florida at 7, supposedly, and so did some people I knew, at least 2 but I think more. I know someone else at 9. I bunch them together, for some reason. Well, it was a certain area of Florida, the oldest continuing city in the U.S. The family who moved later aren't very substantial, anymore. Guess they lost their appetite and their dad. I knew she used to eat in her room at a young age. Not very good food. She had good breakfast. I mean it was tasty but not to my liking. I think for me they had fried chicken. My mom made that a lot, for some reason, I mean got at the grocery store. I remember someone who moved at 11 and probably more but people who moved schools. I know someone who moved somewhere else at 15. No one is doing well, in these places, like people from California. I have a cousin, but I don't think I can count her because she's related to me. Also, she's very different. She's different in the same way as my brother, both about the same age, her a year younger, same month even. I have the feeling my cousin held onto her mom being from Pennsylvania. She does seem foreign but is accepted in the family, in that way. In Orlando, there are more people open about growing up here. I was surprised to see an old politician from here. Well, I don't know about people from out-of-the-U.S. I guess it's just that. Still, there's something else special about being from a certain place. There's my brother. For some reason, it seems worse for him, too. Maybe it's also his birth year. You can guess that Latinos are known to preserve their culture, though they seem to infiltrate, the rich ones or the skinny ones with straight hair.