Week 18c : Preface

Thirty years is a long time. And it has been 30 years. It's hard for me to believe that September of 1977 marked our arrival in the states with basically nothing more than a couple of suitcases. My parents must have been insane, and I thank them daily for it.

This time of year is when I actively reminisce about the immigration. I remember snapshots, not the day to day events, my brain just isn't wired that way for some reason. And since the immigration is on my mind anyway I've decided to post about it as well. So be prepared, this month will be the month of posts about teddy bears, marbles, bicycles, bubble gum, impossible to pronounce words, the Pioneers, first crushes and all such silly stuff that a 9/10 year old would remember.

Stay tuned :)