
I've always felt like a "fake" missionary kid. My parents are not fake missionaries. They are the real deal. It's just that I've grown up in the states. They've had all of those "real" missionary experiences, such as learning a gazillion languages, traveling a gazillion miles, and taking a gazillion immunization shots. Technically, I have too (sans the multiple languages) but I don't remember them. I was born in the highlands of Angeruuk, Irian Jaya (now called Papua) Indonesia. Other than being a convenient and dramatic unknown fact for ice-breakers, it's never meant much to me. Since we left when I was two and I have absolutely no memory of it, it's like I was never there. That's all going to change in January. My dad will be teaching some classes in Indonesia soon, and I've been invited to tag along for a couple weeks. It's probable that I'll even get to see travel to my birthplace. It's very exciting. Very soon, it's going to move from the "fun facts about steve" category to the "been there, done that" category. I will FINALLY feel like a real missionary kid.
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"i'm not a faker"
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