As usual, I end up sounding like I have Tourrette's while attempting to read out loud.
I went to Japan when I was 3. I don't remember much but toys and big silver and glass buildings, and lots of neon. My mother informs me that I threw up in my father's pocket while in a Teppanyaki restaurant, before I freaked out screaming, terrified of knife throwing ninja chefs. I can't be sure that the same wouldn't happen if I manage to get back there, but I would love to go!