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My Day At My Pre Teen Son

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It’s cold outside, just below freezing, and tonight I will slip into my warm bed, pull up the soft blankets and fall to sleep. Tomorrow morning there will be snow, yet in the morning I may walk down the stairs, make some coffee, and watch the world unfold on the early morning news, as I eat my breakfast and get ready for the day. I’ll watch marvel at my pre-teen son as he bumbles around the house half asleep…I think. It’s a wonder he doesn’t hurt himself. We’ll head off to school and work and take on the day just like we did yesterday, the day before, and the day before that. While life goes on as usual, I start to realize how much I take it for granted. I realize that not everyone has the freedom that I have, not everyone enjoys the comforts I live in. Not everyone can come and go as they please. While we tend to view America as a promising, free land, it was not always that way for Americans of Japanese descent. Over the course of World War II, Japanese Americans faced and unprecedented challenge when they were shipped off to internment camps around the country. To appreciate what they experienced in these insufficient living environments we should gain an understanding of where these Americans came from, what they were able to take to the camps with them, what they discovered when they arrived, and how they adapted to their living environments. Although the Japanese Americans were being held in captivity, their creativity, resolve to prove their loyalty, and

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