Some of my earliest memories were in Japan before my parents divorced. I was 3 1/2. I remember we had a tiny apartment with a large, fuzzy, yellow duck hanging from a long spring in the kitchen doorway. It used to bounce up and down as if it were on a bungie. I also remember sliding down an ice slide at the Sapporo Snow Festival. I remember feeling the cold on my face and giggling. My dad was close by and laughing at me when I got to the bottom. I remember feeling incredibly happy. I found out later that someone took my picture and it actually got in the local papers. I have a clipping somewhere boxed away.
But I have a hard time remembering what I ate for lunch today.