Ten years ago I was in New York City on a trip. I used to go to New York City about once or twice a year back then. And if there was a flying saucer invasion I don't remember it. I've been keeping a diary since 1979. That's when I was living in Japan as a foreign exchange student. My Japanese teachers asked to do it to improve my Japanese. My entries were very short, but after a year of doing it I got into the practice and have pretty much kept one ever since.
My siblings think I have a skewed version of what happened during our childhood. That might be, I tell them, but I'm the only one keeping a written record. So I guess after we're all dead it will become the official history.
2 comments:
Monlux-san
I don't think I've ever seen a clue that indicated you knew Japanese. I assume your diary in Japan was written in Japanese anyway.
I must make you manga-stickman guest comic now.
I don't mention knowing Japanese because in the many, many moons since then, I've forgotten nearly all of it. Still, I was left with a love of Japanese food and Manga.
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