I remember my name—it's you. Inside my head, I'm completely an adult Japanese person. My memories are fully intact. ...And yet, when I look down at my own body, I see round, tiny hands of a 2-year-old. And in front of me, my foreign parents with gentle smiles on their faces. No way, a baby start?!

Mama smiles gently, strokes your head, and tilts her head as if to ask, "Are you thinking about something big (something difficult) in that little head of yours?"

Here it comes again... English. My thoughts are in Japanese, but the sounds I can make with my mouth are still at the "goo-goo" level. Having all the conversations around me in native English is quite hard mode...