As a missionary kid, I spent a big chunk of my life living in community.
I don’t mean just a small town, I mean living with 20-30 people in close quarters, like sometimes in the same room.
Most of my parents’ friends know more about me than I remember about myself.
I’m often reminded that when I was living in the Rax mountains of South Eastern Austria in the late 70s, I sometimes confused my two languages – German and English – in rather amusing ways.
When I learned that my pet fishes had babies, I ran around yelling “The fishes had sex! The fishes had sex!”