摘要
时至今日，我已推着购物车走过了28年。最初是在1981年，当时去杂货店购物是一件牵动全家的事情，父亲、母亲、两个姐姐和我都会参加。
父亲独自在美国居住了多年，努力创业并建立家庭，因此，去超市购物对他来说早已习以为常。但对于初到美国的我们，情况刚好相反。在首尔，我常常在街角小店或户外的农贸市场购买食品，在那里，你可以看到街上商贩售卖沾着泥土的白菜和散发着海水气息的鱿鱼。所以，当我走进新泽西州大洋城一家灯火辉煌的大商店时，那里陈列着的数不清的商品顿时让我觉得既兴奋又畏惧。
I＇ve been pushing the cart for 28 years now. It started in 1981, when grocery shopping was afamily affair： father, mother, two older sisters and me.
My father had been living in the States for a number of years by himself, trying to establish a business and a home, so trips to the supermarket were old hat to him. But for the rest of us newcomers, it was quite the opposite. In Seoul, I was used to small corner shops and the outdoor farmers＇ market, where earthy bok choy and sea-fresh squid were sold on the street. So, to walk into a brightly-lighted warehouse in Ocean, N.J., offering an unending variety of goods, was at once exciting and daunting.
