As a child, I was lucky to learn French as well as English in school. It's a beautiful language. Say what you want about France, but it is a pleasure to speak french, there's a majestic rhythm to the flow of the words; I should miss it, were it to go.
As a teen, I read much about France, marveling at its history, discovering the glory in its past. Say what you want about the french, but they have inherited a wonderful legacy; I would miss it, were it to go.
As an adult, today, I read much about France, her problems, her mistakes; the nation, and its people, find themselves at a crossroads. Which turn shall they take? Do they have the memory that I have, of France?
I shall miss them, should those memories go.