Many kids do not realize how life is out of the United States. I have experienced a completely new aspect of life outside of an American life into a third world country. Being able to stay there for half of the summer each year as taught me valuable characteristics. The culture experience I had in El Salvador has made me a humble individual, who has become more generous and a thankful person.
First Time to Mexico After a long boring travel, we finally arrived to my grandmother’s house in Mexico. It was my first time going so I was astonished by everything and quite glad to see my cousins and family that i have never knew I had. A lot was different from my home up in California. There was so many little stores nearby and way more flavorful, delicious food like tamales and sopes.
Growing up in Honduras was quite an experience. I come from a hard working family where both of my parents went through several obstacles to provide me and my siblings a stable life. Honduras is a country that is consider a third-world country where economy along with delinquency are a big issue, but my parents still manage to provide the sources for me and my other two siblings on what it is necessary. My family and I were affected by organized crime, a day where my life was changed forever. It was a Friday afternoon when my brother and my father were kidnapped, they had left to a soccer game.
From time to time I like to look back at my life and see what I have accomplished and how meaningful my very existence is to both my family and others. When I ponder this I often look at my father’s past and see how he aspired to the great man he is now. I see how he has made his fair share of mistakes and how he took it and kept moving. He has told me many times about how he never thought he would be anything important because of his intellectual capabilities and how he managed to squabble his way into medical school than the Naval Academy which changed his life for forever. I look at my father now and see the man he is now and see how he let his dreams become realities and how he worked for them instead of giving up and feeling sorry for himself like many people often act.
This experience was one of the nicest one’s I have had the privilege to live because I realized what first world problems are and how a relatively trivial or minor problem is in contrast with some serious problems a developing country may be experiencing. Mexico is still a country in need for development. I never really thought of it but after this experience I realized how lucky I am to live the life I am living, for the simple fact of being alive, and it made me want to do something about it and keep helping in whatever way I can of those in
My mom told me that of course she missed Mexico. She told me that the only reason she left was because she knew that raising a family in the United States would be a lot better and easier. She told me that the most she missed was her parents and brothers and sisters. She missed them the most and she didn’t even get the chance to see her mom and dad one more time because they both died not so long ago. She wanted to see them so bad
Eventually, Mexican gave up and Migrated to the United States to work in
Coming to America with my parents when I was about 11 years old was a new adventure for me. There were a lot of changes that needed to be made and experiencing new things. I would have to make some adjustment and getting used to the American culture and learning the language they speak. My parents had made a big sacrifice coming to America. Living their home country just so my siblings and I could get a better education and better life.
Coming from a low income family, living in a small town in India, I learned early on about struggling and surviving those struggles. I watched my parents working day and night to provide for electricity, pay for our monthly school fees so my sister and I can have a better education, and for the future they wished upon for their children. To further enhance this vision, my father decided for the family and I to immigrate to the US. Everything was different in the sense that I changed schools, learned a new language, had to make new friends, and learned the different culture. I had to adapt to a whole new world, which was a little difficult at 6 years old
The first two weeks living in Ecuador was a challenge.
My family lived with my uncles in a two room house with a total of thirteen people living there. I understood the challenges and sacrifices that my parents were making to bring me to this country. I quickly learned that I would have to work hard to succeed and take advantage of the opportunities my parents came here for. When I started school, I got to meet English-speaking Latinos who helped me immerse in this new culture.
My favorite part of the move was knowing that I was going to have a new home and new goals. Although during the event there were sad moments when I would think of the friends that I left behind. Many people can relate to this type of experience because we lose friends, have new starts,new schools. During the trip to Arizona my mom
Only last year I was faced to live without my mom and brother the closest and precious family. The time was the most difficult moment in my life that year and still lives on with me to this day. For 16 years they were always by my side when I needed them until the start of my third year of high school. The transition from Canada to Texas I thought would be simple and fun. However, what I predicted was the opposite of what would happen.
Arriving to the United States at the age of 3 and meeting new people was a challenge but it was a blessing. Growing up in the Northeast side of Houston was not always easy but my community and the people around me helped me develop into the person I am today. The community I grew up in was mostly hispanic and the surrounding areas as well. Everybody would be friendly and kind to each other which created this strong bond between different families. I grew up knowing most of neighborhood and had lots of friends but that slowly started to change when I parted ways to a different school, a college preparatory school.
The nearest, larger city, Guadalajara, Jalisco, is five hours away so as you can imagine or maybe can’t, there’s not much to do. I have family members in Mexico so I obviously want to see them, but I also want to stay in my home with the comfort it provides. I don’t really remember what I use to do in our visits when I was younger, I can vaguely remember what I did in the past three years. This year was different though.