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Date: October in the 1900's |
I was 'Made in Taiwan' - born in a hospital in the town of Shalu located in the City of Taichung, Taiwan. I am a middle child sandwiched between an older brother who is 1 year older and a younger bother who is 3 years younger.
Ever since I can remember I have always loved to express myself via creative means such as draw animals for my little classmates, make little outfits for paper dolls, sketch houses with furnished rooms, make figurines out of mud and clay. I recalled looking forward to attending the Chinese calligraphy and painting classes every weeked. They were so much fun!
My father claims that I did a fairly nice sketch of him sitting on a rocking chair when I was 2 years old. Unfortunately he did not keep it as evidence so I will have to take his word for it. Nevertheless, it made me felt quite special. |
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Date: March 25 , 1982 |
Above marked the day I first sat foot on the soils of United States of America - namely San Francisco Airport.
Being a kid, I have always fantasized about mechnical talking dolls and ultra cool toys in the USA. Most of those notions came from watching television and meeting people who seemed alien to me when I was small. My father worked in a University and my parents used to hold gatherings with staff members from the university.
I remeber there was an American couple with two children who came to our home when I was about 7 or 8 years of age. They had Caucasian features but spoke Mandarin so I was really fascinated. The couple gave us some button mushrooms in small glass jars from the US. My mom was at a loss as to why people would eat preserved mushrooms rather than the fresh ones. We ended up eating them directly from the jars and thought they tasted pretty good, aside from being quite unusual for Asian people to eat them like that.
The reason why our family ended up in the US was becasue my father wanted to advance his education. He came 6 months before my mom brought us over. when I first heard that my family is moving to the US. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for days prior to departure. As a result I got so nauseous on the plane I threw up a good number of times. To this day I still couldn't believe how my mother single-handedly packed 6 suitcases full of everything ranging from kitchen china to blankets along with us three little ones. She practically brought over half of all the household items to the US. She laughed at what she did soon after knowing how plentiful US is. She often recall of the things she brought as though we were like fleeing refugees. Nevertheless, she is one incredible woman and a responsible, loving mother. |
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