Hiroshima

The morning I traveled to Hiroshima, I was sitting on a bullet train. I watched the scenery rush past the window. The ride felt like any other trip at first. People were talking quietly, checking their phones, or looking out the window. However, I knew I was heading somewhere different. That name appeared in school and in conversations about history. As a Japanese-American, I was curious about what it would feel like to finally see it for myself. Before exploring the city, my family and I took a cruise to a small island near Hiroshima and spent the night there. One of the first things I noticed was the deer.