I find that most people have one or two memories that they can vividly remember from their childhoods. Mine is when I was leaving to go to America from Korea. I remember looking out the back of a taxi cab, watching the sun rise behind the apartment we lived in for eight years. I remember the sounds of my mother crying softly and the sight of my father smiling a bittersweet smile. I even remember what the people on the radio were talking about; it was some Korean radio talk show about the weather and a new movie that was coming out. I remember my feelings of anxiety of moving away from the only place I've known for all of my life. I was sad that I wasn't going to be able to walk across the street to my friend's house anymore. I wasn't going to be able to walk down to my grandmother's house and ask her to cook for me. I wasn't going to be able to walk down to my aunt and uncle's house and play computer games with my cousin. But at the same time, I was excited. I saw America in the news many times; I wanted to see the cool looking cars and live in those huge homes that everyone seemed to live in. On television, everyone in America seemed happy, rich, and satisfied. The mix of my emotions left me confused and unable to decide whether I should be happy or sad. It was only when I finally came to America that I realized that, even though Korea is great, I'd rather live in this amazing country of opportunities.
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I like this because I can somewhat relate to it. When I found out that I was moving to Japan after living in the U.S. all my life, I was terrified. Overall this looks like a good story. Good Job!
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