I too would like to visit Japan, having lived there as an Army Brat from the ages of two to four. I remember quite a bit for being so young, mostly in the form of places and people, and getting to see and wear some really cool clothes and shoes. And although I remember only a few words of the language, when I hear Japanese spoken it somehow sounds quite familiar to my ear. My parents tell me that I was able to speak it fairly well. Maybe, maybe not. That’s how parents are, sometimes.
We had a Japanese nanny, for lack of a better term, who took care of me pretty much full-time. I remember going everywhere with her, including shopping at the market. I remember spending time with her much more than with my own mother.
Unlike some parts of my childhood, the time in Japan is one of fond memories of colorful architecture and gardens, delightful food (eaten with chopsticks!), and gracious, kind, people. And of wearing a kimono, along with a set of six-guns.
I thought it couldn’t get any better than that.
