The first time I ever felt grief was when I moved to London from my home in DC. I felt grief for my old life and what I believed to be my childhood that I had left behind. I was only five, but the move made me feel much older, and I missed being a "little kid". I would be unable to sleep because I was too preoccupied with this overwhelming sense of grief. School was my favorite, because it was the only time I wasn't left stuck with my thoughts.