Born American, but in the Wrong Place by Peter W. Schramm: "'But where are we going?' I asked.
'We are going to America,' my father said.
'Why America?' I prodded.
'Because, son. We were born Americans, but in the wrong place,' he replied."
My ancestry is about as mixed up as someone's can be: white, choctaw, cherokee, a little black; Hungarian, Sudetenland German, Wales, Scotland; horse thieves, bank robbers, Indian bad men and generals, and worst of all, politicians.
It took me until I was 27 and living in Europe to figure out what "being an American" really meant.
Peter Schramm figured it out.