We lived on Guam when I was little. My oldest memories are from Guam. I can remember pitching a terrible fit because there was a little octopus on a rock at the beach and I wanted to keep it. My parents explained it was alive and needed to be left alone and other stuff too, I'm sure. They wound up giving me a spanking because I wouldn't quit pitching a fit.
I can remember the beach on Guam, eating hibiscus blossoms, living in a Quonset hut. I remember the trip back to California on a Navy ship much more clearly, I was a little older then.