Nope. I was one and a half when my mother and I emigrated from England in 1948. My dad came out here about nine months before to secure a job in Con Edison in NYC's manholes, and a work out super's job in a small tenement for our housing.
I was told I kept getting up and taking my little bag and trying to leave the plane over the Atlantic. So, anyway, when we landed in NY, I had not a cent and couldn't speak the language. Another immigrant success story!
