Theyear was 1965. I thought that I had landed in paradise, and that feeling never left me. It looks like Takeiti holding me here, in the evening sun on Beru. I don't know who it is with my sister. I last saw Takeiti in 2003, not many years before her death. One can tell by the clothes that I and my sister have on that this was early on in my parents' missionary assignment. OBSERVATION: But for my parents, while it also was a joy, it was hard. They did not have the same experience. The photo is damaged by heat and humidity.