I went through junior high school in Tokyo. Of course, being an ordinary American kid, I wore ordinary American clothes most of the time. But this was Christmas Day - you can see the wreath on the door of our Tokyo house - in 1949, and so I was all dressed up in Japanese clothes. I was twelve years old. I loved Japan. I still do. A few years ago I went back and discovered that my house was gone, and there is now a park where it had been. It's a strange feeling when bits of your past disappear.