It was 1937 and the Japanese were at war with China. We were living at our country home when we found ourselves trapped between artillery fire from both sides.
I was an infant and someone carried me as we evacuated. There was no time to open the safe that held valuables and papers. My sister led our dogs on their leashes and we set out walking. Driving out was no option — the Japanese army had cut down the trees lining the road to prevent anyone from escaping in vehicles.
And so my parents, three brothers and sister and I walked 30 miles to our house in Shanghai. We were fortunate to have that. And the war progressed until 1941, when it became a World War.