November 2, 1956

This was the day that I came with my family to The United States of America. It has been a long long time since then. I was a youngster back then and have aged thru the decades to this mature "old" lady now. When I think of the years that I have lived here, it makes me think how fast time really does fly.

Did I do the things I wanted to do in my life up to now? Did I do the rights things when I should have done them? How many people have I met and befriended in all of those years? I don't think I could count them all. How many more years are left "on my plate"? Just a thought that crosses my mind.