Moving to America
I moved to America a month before my 8th birthday, on March 13, 1997. I remember when we were leaving Taiwan, that the only reason I was excited for coming to America was for the plane ride. Well, I certainly got more than a plane ride out of that trip.
When I got to America, I only knew a handful of English words. But with my mom's help with vocab lists for the bus rides to school, I learned English fairly quickly. All my sisters learned English pretty fast as well, since most of us were still pretty young (Joyce was the oldest at 12 years of age); we all lost most of our accent within 2 or 3 years.