I was in the U.S. about 15 years. Especially in New York. And then I came back to Japan.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
After college, I wanted to learned about myself as an American, so I left the United States and went to Japan.
In 1986, when I was 21, I lived in Tokyo for four months, boarding with a Japanese family and working for an American company.
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.
I spent years overseas. I spent 11 years abroad.
I was a senior high school student at the Far Eastern University when the war with Japan broke out in 1941.
I was 20 years old at Pearl Harbor. I was in the Navy about a year and four months before the war.
I'm not American. I still have my Japanese citizenship.
My mother would take groups of students to different countries and always brought us along, so by the time I was 10, I had been to Russia, China, Nicaragua and several other countries.
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 went to Japan and I lived there. I lived in Mexico for a year. I went to Europe. I lived in Canada.