Personal Narrative: My Journey To Guatemala

Rough Draft

A going-to-be-mom is making the journey to the United States, from Guatemala. A long distance crossing Mexico, a dangerous task especially when that lady is pregnant, yet eventually she made to the U.S to have a new child be born. Then on June 29th, 2001, at Parkland Hospital in Dallas, Texas, a little kid was born. This little kid almost died and caused devastation to his mom who he would never get to see, yet he survived to live a life thanks to his mom.

That kid cost her pain, eventually that kid was taken home alive and healthy a few days later. All that led up to being called Eddy. That kid is me.

Two years later, my little sister was born who is now 12, then three years after that, my little brother was born and now he is 8 years old. We are all children, to our parents who are named Eddy and Sonia Pineda, who aren't originally from the U.S. My dad came from South Guatemala, and my mom came from North El Salvador. All that means that I'm a Hispanic with Guatemalan and Salvadoran roots.

I personally don't remember my childhood that much, but I can remember some of it. I remember my early school years of Pre-K and Kindergarden somewhat, not too much. During that period, I had my first vacation and as well phase. What a joy! My first vacation was to go visit my family in Guatemala where I spent most of the time in Guatemala City. There I met my grandma and most of my aunts and uncles for the first time. It was a great time until I had to go tot the lake of doom. I went there and all I could remember was the water flowing rapidly, as I went like a cheetah to take a swim. That was a tremendous mistake because I didn't know how to swim at all at the time, so it didn't go well when I went to water that was taller than