I think I want to start writing a little about my past memories and stuff, mainly to keep them fresh in my mind. It might not be of interest to anybody except me and my family, but it’s fun for me to write about. So, without further ado, here’s my first story.

When I was a kid, our family used to go on daytrips, mostly to go hiking and fishing. But what I remember most was the food we used to eat. My mom would make a bunch of different finger-foods, and pack them in these semi-clear plastic tupperware style boxes.

She usually made onigiri, with ume inside for herself and my dad, and without ume for the kids. I wasn’t so fond of onigiri, but they looked cool because they were triangular. Plus it was kind of fun to figure out which onigiri (we called them musubi, actually) had ume in it and which didn’t.