My first memories are of life in Japan with my mother and father. I remember the apartment we lived in. It was very small and had a stuffed duck on a bungee cord in the kitchen doorway. I liked to pull it and watch it bounce up and down. There was a small shelf next to the door that had a little rice cooker up there.
I remember my snow suit and playing in the snow. I remember the Japanese snow festivals, where they made huge ginormous statues from ice and snow. One was in the shape of a building and you walked up these big slippery stairs in the back and slid down a slide made of ice in the front. My dad actually saved a newspaper clipping where there is a picture of me sliding down that slide in my little snow suit I remember.
I remember my parents fighting. I was sitting in her lap as she was cross legged on the floor and he was yelling at her. She was crying and holding me tight. I just remember being scared, not understanding why she was crying.