1994-1995
A Memory of HawaiiWhen I was eight years old, I went to Hawaii with my family.
It was my first time abroad. I was surprised at everything I saw:
the beautiful blue sea and sky, the very interesting show of
dolphins and the trees I had never seen before. The food tasted
good, too. But what I was deeply impressed by was a mountain in
Maui, although I forgot the name of the mountain.
We went to the mountain by bus from Maui Airport. Though at
first we had a comfortable ride, as we got near to the mountain,
the weather began to look very uncertain. Then it started to
drizzle. While our bus went up the mountain, we couldn't enjoy
the scenery because of a fine misty rain. In a minute our bus
arrived at the top of the mountain. It stopped drizzling there
and turned out to be fine. Seeing the view through the window, I
was very surprised. Nothing could be seen except the reddish
rock, earth and sand. I felt as if we had strayed off into the
world of death. Then we got off the bus. The air was so cold that
I couldn't think I was in Hawaii. I turned around to find a sea
of clouds below my eyes, and the road we drove along a little
while ago faded out into the clouds. The road just looked like
the stairs which connected the lowlands and heaven. Though I
moved my eyes quickly over the scene, I couldn't catch sight of
any animals and plants. The situation was very much a world of
death.
When we were going down by bus, our guide told us that the
mountain had been useful for "Operation Apollo." I thought it was
certain that we would see such a scene if we could stand at the
top of Mt. Olympus on Mars.
by Hachiro Kadoi
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