I remember riding my bike with little Billy Waters on my handlebars down Bumble Bee Lane, my childhood street in Westport, Connecticut. The next day my family would be moving to Germany for two years. I was eleven years old. I knew instinctively that I was not going to come back to the same place. And I was right. Billy’s father died and his family moved away. I returned to 7th grade and in a town like Westport, childhood was quickly left behind, expendable at the first hint of puberty.