My Life

Moab, Utah My Life, Part 1 My Life, Part 2 My Life, Part 3 My Life, Part 4 My Life, Part 5

"the early years . . ." c o n t i n u e d . . . I finally got my hair cut in America by grand-dad. I remember asking over and over "Are you done yet?" in english, but mom points out to me that I was only speaking korean at that point in my life. America was great, but I hardly remember it, outside of my first traumatic days of kindergarten and weekend trips to grandma's. Before I knew it, it was 1979, and dad had been assigned to a tour of duty in Germany. Germany was cool, and I spent four years there. We lived in Ludwigsburg, just outside of Stuttgart (PORSCHE!), in an Army housing community named Pattonville. Life was good, and then dad got transfer orders again to return to the USA, to an assignment at Dugway Proving Grounds, Utah. So once again, I was on the move. Like many "army-brats", I was beginning to HATE packing up every belonging I owned and uprooting to a new home, and leaving all my friends behind to boot. Utah was different: It was hot as hades from mid-April to mid-September (but at least it was a dry heat), and then suddenly it got so cold that when you breathed out, the moisture in your breath would freeze onto your face. You quickly learned to breathe through your nose and not your mouth! Utah was beautiful (as you can see), and after a whole year there dad got reassigned to Korea. So once again, I was packing my stuff and saying goodbye to friends . . .