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My travels in America really began when I was attending elementary school in a small town on the island of Kagoshima, Japan. One day I found my father's harmonica along with a Stephen Foster songbook that had beautiful word pictures of America. Those words excited me as I practiced on the harmonica while walking three miles to school. I wanted to see America and discover the kind of country that could inspire such beautiful music. This longing stayed with me.
Finally, in adulthood, I had the opportunity to visit America. Fortunately, I became a sports photographer and was sent here by my Japanese newspaper on an assignment that has already lasted twenty years. The assignment took me to all states in the United States, affording many opportunities to view America and its people.
One day I visited Yellowstone National Park. It was as though I had met a long-lost friend whom I had first come to know in my imagination as a schoolboy. The beauty of the scene was awesome. Yellowstone sparked further my fascination with America and its majestic mountains, roaring rivers, and rolling prairies as well as its wildlife.
There was more to America than what one could see from the airports en route to sports events. It became necessary for me to visit more parks. During the past seven years I have visited at least once each of the fifty-eight national parks. My visits made me most appreciative of America’s beautiful parks and the need to preserve them for future generations.
The visits also made me more aware of my father’s role in inspiring them. Although he is no longer alive to read my essays or to enjoy my photographs, I dedicate them to his memory. While he could not send me to college, he left me a wonderful legacy. His harmonica and music inspired me to look for my America. What a wonderful legacy!
Thank you, Father.
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