When I was young we moved fairly frequently, more than most. No, it was not disfunctional family, witness protection or military life. It was the "corporate climb". We actually only moved to 4 different cities in 12 years but we would change schools in each city. Move, no room in the Catholic school-- go to the local public school, get into Catholic school and then move (my count is 7 schools K-8). It didn't bother me a bit, I loved the change and being able to reinvent myself. Here is a classic example. One half of fourth grade in Kansas City- tomboy, mom busy with younger siblings, me not caring about brushing my hair, who knows? Second half of fourth grade in Farmington Hills, different girl? Does it look like a split personality to you?