In 1986, when I was 21, I lived in Tokyo for four months, boarding with a Japanese family and working for an American company.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was in the U.S. about 15 years. Especially in New York. And then I came back to Japan.
I was fortunate to live for 3 years in another country, and although we lived in an American compound, still as a young adolescent I did venture into the world of the Japanese with great interest and enjoyment. But many Americans never left that safe and familiar life among their own people.
After college, I wanted to learned about myself as an American, so I left the United States and went to Japan.
I'm not American. I still have my Japanese citizenship.
My father is 100% Japanese and came to the United States when he was only 18 years old. My grandmother still resides in Japan, which has allowed me to travel to the roots of my ancestors with my father.
I went to Japan and I lived there. I lived in Mexico for a year. I went to Europe. I lived in Canada.
I was born in Yangzhou, China, two years after World War II ended. I was 5 when my family escaped to Taiwan. Eight years later, we moved to Japan.
I was 20 years old at Pearl Harbor. I was in the Navy about a year and four months before the war.
My life was very Japanese.
I was a senior high school student at the Far Eastern University when the war with Japan broke out in 1941.