This is the home where me and my two sisters grew up. Its located in a nice neighborhood, on the west side of Oahu. I remember the house changing as I grew. There were extra rooms built, the grass turned to gravel, and the dirt exchanged for cement. I've had a few pets within this home, some that have passed on. Overall, many memories are stored into this home, most of which define me and my upbringing.
I went to Moanalua High School for all four years. Here is where I joined the air rifle team, a sport in which shooting guns was allowed on campus. I was also part of the orchestra, but sadly, I have not touched the instrument I played since then. Other than that, I didn't do many other extracurricular activities. This is also where I met my first roommate, who moved up to San Francisco with me for college.
This is the first in-law I rented with my previously mentioned roommate. The two years I spent in this unit was comparably more exciting than the eighteen years I lived in Hawaii. Going out in the middle of the night to the nearest fast food restaurant, or being a tourist and going up to fisherman's wharf for sourdough bread-bowls, meeting new people with absolutely awesome ideas on life, religion, and culture, all these things were some of my first experiences in San Francisco.
