The Trip

Land of the free, America.

I left Hong kong when i was four. the plane ride was like 23 hours. my mother said i couldn't sit still for a long period of time so i was running around the plane.
the first thing that happened when i got to america was that i was kidnapped by a black little girl and was held captive and tortured with kisses til her mother pried her fingers from my face. i was confused and amused by how people were different in america than in hong kong.

the first place i stayed at that i can remember is in California at my aunts house. it was a big house that was colored like peaches. i also remember that my relatives took us around and we went fruit picking, i'm pretty sure it was peaches. we went around California and it was a bit like hong kong, with the temperature. it was hot in California and it's also mostly hot in hong kong. at the location in California where i was, it was spaced out. there wasn't bunched up buildings or buildings that were super high. it was almost like the part of china that had fields of crops. i don't think i really understand what had happen or where i was but as long as i was entertained, it was a okay in my book.