When I was a child, my family moved around a lot. And by a lot, I mean I averaged 2 schools a year by 3rd grade. When I was in 2nd grade, at yet another new school, the music teacher came to teach us to sing ‘God Bless America.’ I was over the moon – even though I was new, I knew this song well. It was something familiar, and to me, that was rare and exciting. I sang my little heart out and was proud I could participate so comfortably. At the end of the song, the teacher looked at me and said, “little girl in the back – please stop singing so loudly!” My heart sank.