Reflections of a young American adventurer

I was 7. We were just finishing dinner when my mom and dad said they had something to tell me. The next thing I recall, the words "moving" and "Hong Kong" were being used in the same sentence.

At that time my world felt like it was being turned upside. Fifteen years later, I realize it was the best move I could ever had made.

The two years I spent living in Hong Kong as a child would mold and shape my interests in China like no other. My adventures had started.