My mother looked through the Hammond World Atlas with me. She showed me where we were going to to be living in Ontario, Canada, once my dad was posted to CFB Borden.
The good news was that we would be surrounded by water -- "surrounded" in a Canadian sense.
What I remember most about the planned return to Canada, was this plan of mine: When I stepped onto the tarmac after exiting the Canadian Armed Forces Boeing 707 I would kiss the ground. (I was Drama even at nine years of age.)
I loved West Germany, but this kid was excited about returning to this country -- and the Montreal Canadiens.
I didn't kiss the ground after touching Canadian soil (or concrete) for the first time in four years, but I made my point.