The Journal

On June 14, 1999, the moving company packed our belongings. The next day, it went on its way to Charleston, where the packages will be shipped to Yokohama, Japan. In many of the boxes, our stuffed animals were packed in it.

Because my mom, my sisters, and I miss them very much, my mom started writing in the journal- the stories from the doll's point of view, which states what they did and how bored they are, etc. My sisters and I didn't think it was funny at all; we play with them all the time. We talk to them like they are alive-they really are- and it's fun. The journal is written in every body's point of view that's in the ship now.

Of course, my mom, Kao, or I write the entries, also in JAPANESE, it's actually a fun thing to do. Mom said it was considered a studying. I asked her why, and she said because I was practicing Japanese. Now, that surprised me. I thought Japanese wasn't fun to learn.

Well, I learned a lesson: Learning stuff isn't boring all the time. Sometimes, you're having a lesson while you're having fun.