I owe my illustrious imagination and social skills to China's one child policy at the time. My dad left in 1992 for study in Germany while my mom was frequently away for business travel. I learned to quickly make friends and find joy in the small things. Below: me running like I stole that balloon from a Chinese wedding.
In 1995, my mom and I went to the UK where my dad was pursing this doctorate. Aboard my KLM flight packed with blonde giants, I experienced my first touchless bathroom facuet. The memory was my first concious awareness of Western technology. Below: arrival at Heathrow.