First time I used my passport was when I was 4 years old going to Korea with my mom and my 2 sisters. By far the best trip to Korea ever since I experienced OLD korea, not the one you see today with all the neon signs. I don't remember that much aside from seeing my cousins with their 80s perms, standing side by side with my cousins to see who was growing taller, and eating random food that I didn't question. Also celebrating my 5th birthday was also pretty cool.
My only memories are collected from my mom and my sisters. My mom's biggest shock memory is of me speaking Korean fluently when she had lost all hope since I only spoke english with my sisters. My other memory is why I hated horror movies and the last time I cried for my mom. My sisters and I were staying over at an old family friend's house. We knew these people back from when my family was immigrating to the states (as in, on the same flight) and lived next door to us in Coney Island, Brooklyn. So back to my hate for horror movies. As a young'n, i was able to separate fiction and reality but for some sick reason, my sisters decided to tell me that korean dracula lived not too far from this house and was going to attack me if I fell asleep. Keep in mind, I was in OLD korea when things looked creepy at night so I looked out the window and saw something that freaked me out. (i don't remember what exactly). So I slept with the woman who was basically my 2nd mother in my infant years in Brooklyn and my mom picked me up the next morning to take me back to my grandma's apartment.
I don't know how my mom handled 3 girls, a 14 hour flight, and dealing with her in-laws. I also remembered how dependent my father was on my mom's cooking. We got home and found a carton of orange juice, yogurt, and milk. My guess, he lost a decent amount of weight living off of cereal, toast, and ramen.
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