How can I bore thee? Let me count the ways. . .
So I was born in . . . .
All right, shorter version.
My dad worked for a military contractor, so we moved like military. I was in the 9th grade before I went to the same school two years in a row. First image is all the places in the US I've lived, and then one in Germany.
This is Lawton, OK, where I was born (during Eisenhower's presidency.) Like Daan's home, it doesn't rate high-res imagery, although the hills northwest of town apparently do. In the upper right (the runway and west) is Ft. Sill, Which began as one of the frontier outposts in Indian country, and was Geronimo's prison for some time. It has developed into THE artillery base for the US Army. If you're in artillery, you go through Ft. Sill sometime early in your career. In the upper left is the start of the Wichita Mountains and the Wichita National Wildlife Refuge, where bison and longhorn cattle roam free. My cousin and I were out there one afternoon on a ride, and the picnic area we chose for our lunch break was unavailable. The buffalo had taken it over for their afternoon siesta. The other pic is said buffalo and one of the "mountains" in the background. It's a vidcap, so not a great pic.
We went to Huntsville and Redstone Arsenal when I was 5, I have no idea where we lived in Huntsville, but here it is, with "real" cities located so you can place it.
It was back to Lawton briefly, about a year. We went back to our same house, which Dad apparently rented out while we were in Huntsville. I went to 1st grade there at Andrew Jackson school. Then we went overseas, lived in a town called Wurselen, near Aachen. Charlamagne territory. I liked our house there, the first 2-story I'd ever lived in. It had stained glass windows in the door and along the stairs, and a room upstairs that was destoyed in WWII and never rebuilt, just the wall and roof rebuilt. The room was open to the attic space. The house had a coal-fired boiler in the basement, with radiators in all the rooms, which I found distinctly primitive. We were there not quite 3 years, and I was home-schooled during that time with material from the Calvert School in Baltimore. Cool stuff, had a lousy teacher. In all my school years, Calvert's 3rd grade was my ONLY formal exposure to Greek and Roman mythology!
While we lived in Europe, we travelled extensively, and I've been to Italy, France, Germany, Austria, Switzerland, Luxemburg, Denmark, Belgium, Holland, and Sweden. I was horrified that my parents brought my sisters in with us to view Michelangelo's statue of David. I mean, there he was, all naked and everything! Statues of women, well, that was different. I was the oldest, after all, and plenty mature enough (at 8 and 9) to handle it. We also had a weekly trip to Bonn (then the capital of West Germany) to get the mail and go to the PX.
On returning the "the states," a term I'd never encountered until we left them, mom and us kids came back about 6 months before Dad. We went to live with her mother in Norman, Oklahoma, home of the Sooners of the University of Oklahoma. I started 4th grade at Cleveland Elementary, where my greatest accomplishment was probably getting through my times tables. (1 times 1 is 1, 1 times 2 is 2 . . . How can human teachers stay sane through listening to that?) In the SE quadrant of the picture is the OU campus.
Mom's dad had a dry cleaning business, and he sold Electrolux vacuum cleaners door to door. He was truly one of those guys that dumped dirt on your floor when you open the door, and then showed you how good the machine was by cleaning it right up! Somehow we ended up with one that we had for quite a while.
When Dad came back, we moved to Baltimore for Dad to spend some time at his company's home office. I finished 4th grade and went to 5th at Scotts Branch school in Rockdale, and this was my first experience of riding a bus to school. I nearly lost an eye riding a sled down our street, which was a downhill cul-de-sac, perfect when it iced over in winter. I turned the sled into our yard to avoid crashing into the woods at the bottom of the hill, and those little white wire arches Mom put around her flower beds were invisible in the snow. I hit one and it dragged across my face, producing gallons of blood! Those woods are along Scotts Branch creek, which we were not allowed to play in, but did anyway.
We were in Baltimore during the race riots of 1968. That was pretty scary. It wasn't around our neighborhood specifically, but stuff we saw on TV from downtown and from other cities was not pleasant.
Speaking of TV, this was the first house we lived in where we had color TV!
In summer of 1969 the big news came that Dad's company was sending him to FLORIDA!!!! How cool is that, we're gonna move to FLORIDA!!!! He went down sometime in March, and came back to get us after we finished the school year. I was 12, and helped him load the truck with stuff like the refrigerator, washer, etc. When a few years passed and I saw my brother at 12, I thought to myself, "No way should a kid like that be moving refrigerators!" I was crushed completely when Dad said I couldn't bring my sled! I'd only just gotten it the previous Christmas, a big 3-kid toboggan with wooden runners, steerable and everything, and I had to GIVE IT AWAY to some punk neighbor kid (who up until that moment was my best friend ever, even though his name escapes me now. See how much trauma?)
Anyway, we've been in Panama City ever since. My Dad spent the rest of his career on 6-month contracts, never knowing from one to the next if we were going to have to pack up again, but he retired still here, and here we've stayed.
I went to 6th grade here at Drummond Park Elementary. It's now called Lucille Moore, as the local school board has become enamored with naming schools after themselves. I always thought naming a school was a memorial tribute kind of thing, but no, they build 'em and name 'em just so they can scrape their name in concrete somewhere. Anyway, I moved to junior high for 7th grade, which they now call middle school and start in the 6th grade. (Is there some reason here kids come out of our schools a bit confused?) While at Mowat Junior High I was transferred mid-year to Jinks Junior High when the zones were re-drawn to comply with federal racial integration guidelines. I was there for the entire years of 8th and 9th grades, which, as I said, was the first time I did two full years at the same school. Then on to Bay County High School, of which I was a member of the last graduating class. The school still exists, they just dropped the word "County" from its name, seeing as how there were 3 high schools in Bay County now. So here's Panama City, with houses and schools laid out.
I went to college at Auburn University, but never finished. My folks got divorced, neither admitted to having enough money to fund me (definitely true for Mom, probably true for Dad) and I was not motivated enough to work my way through school, so when the student loan ran out, I went to work for a "major retailer." While at Auburn I lived in 3 or 4 apartments, and a couple of dorms.
My "career" with the retailer took a favorable turn when they opened a new store in my very own home town, so I moved back home to work in the new store. When I figured out that retail sucks and discovered I had a talent for them new-fangled personal computer dealies, I got a job at a local computer store, which tried (and failed) to ride the wave of "revolutionary home computing," and they fired me for pirating games. I sold stereos for a couple of months and then I moved up to a real business computer center, and have been there building and fixing servers and networks over 21 years now.
Is that to scale?? 
Here's a brief summary of a few other 'memorable' moments from my Australian days... 
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