On September 28th 2006, my Mum, Dad and I boarded a plane from Duesseldorf, Germany to Austin, Texas.
I was 1 year old, had no hair and couldn't walk yet, but I was old enough to know that something had changed. The air was warm, the big people talked funny and cows ran past my bedroom window twice a day.
Now I'm 3, my Dad built a toy shop for me called Carl & Me and my life has been pretty weird and wonderful ever since.
My Mum's from England, my Dad's from Germany and I'm growing up in Texas.
Confused? How do you think I feel!