It was a normal thing for me to visit another country, I had traveled more than the typical child. It came with the territory when your parents are archeologists. My mother was half British and half American, as for my father he was American. And my mother often would take me with her when visiting her friends in England. Out of all her friends my favorites were the Carnahan's. They had two children close to my age Jonathan and Evelyn. Evy was always reading about Egypt and Jonathan was always getting into trouble, more often than my mother liked he dragged me along. Between the two of us we caused quite a bit of trouble over the years. Once Jon and I, had believe it or not broke a staircases banister…I swear I didn't mean to it just happened. Our mothers were furious but our fathers found it hysterical that we managed to do such a thing. You see we were sliding down them when Jon hopped on behind me resulting in too much weight. Don't get me wrong it was fun even funny cause we didn't get hurt but since then I was never aloud near banisters! Anyway here is my story. Not the point of view you always hear about but it's still worth the time to listen to. I swear to you or my name is not Nerissa Antoinette Wilson.