BC: The End
FC: My Life in the Internment Camp
1: “I write when something sticks in my craw. Writing is a compulsion — or an itch.” – Hisaye Yamamoto
2: Arriving at camp was interesting. When I took my first steps off the bus, I could already tell I was far away from home. However, I was raised to always make the best out of things. So, I will try to do so here.
4: I had to keep reminding myself, this is only temporary.
5: Me and my brother made a game out of getting our bags, it was actually quite fun.
6: our beds were just sacks filled with straw.
7: My mom tried to make the best of things
8: no | The woman were instructed to take sewing classes.
9: The men typically worked outside. | My father helped out with landscaping for the camps. Some men thought it was a good idea so that we all felt more at home.
10: Mr. Horimoto worked at the print shop. He was my English teacher in high school back home in California.
11: Even though times were tough, we all made the best of things.
12: Writing was my way of escape through out the years in the camp. I often wrote a story and shared them with others so they could also escape into a world of wonder. A world beyond the barbed wired fences. A world of freedom.
13: my best friend Nami
14: through it all...
15: ...we all stick together.
16: No matter what life throws at you, never forget who you are.
17: Poston, Arizona
18: Leaving our temporary home and returning back to California. I will still never forget the three years we were in that camp.