I used to take my mother to Yosemite. When I turned 14, I got my driver's license, and that's where she'd want to go, so I'd go take her there for two weeks.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A perfect day would be to get into the car, drive out to Yosemite and go camping.
A few years after that first visit, I applied for a job in Yosemite.
Just before my final year of high school, my brother, sister and I moved with my mother to San Francisco.
My parents moved out to California in 1968 from Ohio in a VW station wagon pulling a little trailer. I was 4 months old. They were following the energy out here.
Before I lived in America, my husband and I did a Californian road trip. We took a month, starting off in L.A. I love the landscapes of California: one moment you're in the desert, the next you're up in the Napa Valley or by the water in Big Bear.
I was six months old at the time that I was taken, with my mother and father, from Sacramento, California, and placed in internment camps in the United States.
Just got back from a pleasure trip: I took my mother-in-law to the airport.
I remembered moving from Sacramento to Los Angeles with my mum when I was seven and my sister was three or four.
My mother felt it was time that I had some parental control, so I went off to America and went to New York.
I travelled to California when I was 18 and went to Los Angeles State College.