After my parents told me about a woman who came to them to talk about something I had done, I realized that being different isn 't necessarily a bad thing. So I am what is termed a TCK, a third-culture kid, which means that I grew up in between two cultures which melded together to form a unique culture of my own. This third culture can make it difficult people who don 't have experience with TCKs to understand me and there have been instances where being a TCK has gotten me into trouble. So we were at Chick-fil-A, Will and I were in the kids ' area and my parents were sitting at a table when a lady came up to them. She asked if they were Elizabeth 's parents and then asked if she could talk to them. They agreed and were thinking, “Oh no,