I remember when I first moved to America, when I was only 5. I've lost my English accent. But the thing I remember most about my American childhood is snow..... It used to snow all the time where I moved. On the weekends me and my grandmother used to sit inside her wood cabin in front os a nice, warm, fire, sipping on hot cocoa. She used to tell stories about how America used to be, and how luckey I was to move here. I was 10 years old. Mother woke me up in the middle of the night, crying. I...