I wasn't. I had nothing to do with the other kids in the UK and they didn't with me.
I'm 48 now and I moved schools until I was 12. My father was an airline flight engineer and we lived in various countries in Asia, Europe and the Middle East. I used to go to the English Schools where most of my schoolmates were children of local weathy Indian and Chinese families who wanted their children to have an English education. I grew up mostly amongst Indians and Chinese (it was the Chinese kids who started me smoking in Hong Kong when I was 9!)
We moved back to the UK in 1974 when I was 12 for my secondary schooling. I never fitted in. My schoolmates were jealous of my having lived abroad and of my father's occupation. They didn't like me crawling around aircraft and flying with my father every weekend when all they did was watch Tiswas! Not only that, the teachers felt uncomfortable too, especially when I could correct them about various things (the capital of Uganda is Kampala, not Entebbe!). The teachers made things very difficult for me (don't talk about 'professionals' treating all kids the same!).
I never understood British kids - how they thought, what they were doing or saying and the way they expected me to act. In the nend, I withdrew into myself, stopped talking and stopped going to school altogether when I was 14. I didn't even speak to my parents for 6 months. I spent my time by myself, usually walking in the country or along the canal. I recognise now that I'd had what would today be classed as a massive breakdown. Of course, everyone said I was 'a truant', being 'lazy', 'uncooperative' etc. No one ever said "What's wrong with this kid?"
I never fitted in with my own people and that's been the case up to today. As I never sat an exam, I was forced into business. I was lucky to be successful, despite several other times when I've disappeared from the world and come to months later. I now travel a