When I was six weeks old my mother and I got on a plane and flew to Guam where my father was waiting to meet me. The story goes I cried the moment we got off the plane and I cried the whole two years we lived there. Obviously I don't remember a thing about living on Guam. I find the island is celebrating 40 years of tourism. I would love to go to Guam and show the boys where I lived as a baby. We will some day.
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