I was originally from Philippines and then moved to Canada when I was 10 years old. Life was harsh during the first few years of Canadian life. I lived with my parents during the first few months and money was extremely hard to get. We lived in a basement, then an apartment. However, my mom went away to US to try to get a job, so it was only me and my father living in the apartment for 2 years. These years dramatically changed my personality negatively. My dad didn't allow me to invite anyone over after school because he was afraid that people will find out he leaves me home alone (its illegal to leave anyone under 12 all alone) and we can't exactly afford a babysitter. My dad gets home really late, so I am alone from after school until I sleep. I could confidently say that I was in severe depression. In those two years, I went from 85lbs to 140 lbs, which added even more to my sadness. All I did everyday was watch TV for 6 hours, play PS1 and do homework. It was like this for all those years. Also, my dad was a really boring guy that I didn't really like when I was a child. He was the type of guy who would discipline you constantly, but would not let you have fun because of his constrictions. We didn't even have a car because we couldn't afford it either. Thus, we would do the same things over and over. Winter here is also harsh, so going out is more of a battle against the cold. Children in school were also not very fond of me because of my foreign personality. I had a few friends, but they were all AFC. Pretty much the only thing that I had going was my school grades, but that was not enough for happiness. Add all of this together and you get a formula for person less than AFC. However, as years went by, we moved and life changed. Teenage years became more fun. However, the impact of those early years still have their marks. I can't blame those years for my seclusion though. In fact, I should be lucky that I was even able to go to Canada and have a new life.