We'd just moved into the house my father built. Boxes everywhere. My parents were rushing to get the furniture in place, because I was starting grade one the next morning.
I was so nervous. And I didn't say a word.
Even at 7, I could see how busy they were. So I made myself easy. No trouble. Nothing extra for anyone to handle.
The next day, I cried in class.
I moved more than 20 times before I turned 25, and every move I got a little better at being the easy one.
People called it resilient. I took it as a compliment.
That's how the club recruits. Nobody hands you a membership card. You earn it, one swallowed feeling at a time, usually long before you're old enough to know you signed up.