I found some more pictures of Okinawa in my mother’s photobox (it’s more like a giant plastic container that slides out from under the bed). There was one of Mama-san, my babysitter back then, and I .. looking very much like a chubby little sumo wrestler. I took a close look at the picture and I could pick out little details, like the milk cartoon in the background that had Japanese writing on it, and the goofy look on my face (which I still have today).