Angie Schickle

Angie Schickle Park Bench Eiffel TowerWhat might someone be surprised to know about you?

I was born in Canada because it was the closest hospital with a maternity ward to my home.  My parents never thought about the laws, requirements or consequences of my being born in Canada.  The hospital never questioned or gave instruction to my American parents.  When they crossed the border on their way home from the hospital, I was simply a baby in a car seat. Growing up we would go to restaurants, shopping, dancing, etc. in Canada on a regular basis. Canada has always felt like an extension of the region where I grew up rather than a different country. It wasn’t until I was applying for financial aid for college that we discovered that I wasn’t a legal United States citizen. I was 18 years old, living several hours away from my family when I began my long and often scary lesson in immigration law and the process of becoming a United States citizen.