Personal Narrative Essay About Coming To America

As I ponder over my life, each memory seems identical to the other, and I find myself drifting through a reality of similar events that generate the same memories and emotions. Looking back further into my childhood includes memories of my homeland. I remember entering a new world at the age of five, where all of my later memories would be formed. This was when my family moved to the United States from Peru, my native country in the South. The complete change in culture and values truly impacted me when I first moved to Florida, and I reflect over the significant effect it has had on my character during the last thirteen years of my life.

Have you ever wondered what would happen if the world was completely submerged in water today? How would you feel if your racial background dictated whether or not you were rescued? Even worse, what would you do if it dictated if you lived or died today? These are some questions that are present when hurricane season comes around every year. In todays society these are things that we should not have to consider since this is a forward moving generation.

I spend half of my life here and spend the other half there. The plane is going down, I’m here. Here to explore my new life in a new country called the United States, and a new language to master. It has been a long plane ride from China to America, but I’m finally here, here to stay with my parents. The plane had landed.

The first eight years of my life, I spent in India where I was born. Growing up I was constantly reminded by my parents that I needed to make them proud by getting a good job and living a good lifestyle. They told me this because they did not want to see me live a hard life like they did. When I was nine years old, I moved from India to the United States of America. The reason why I moved to America was not because I was living a bad life in India, it was so that I could have a better education and more opportunities in life.

I have already told you the story of when my grandmother passed away, but I haven’t told you about her decision to live in this country. My mother at the time was very young, only one and a half, when my grandmother decided come to journey across the border into America. My grandfather had a working visa, and used it to go to America for months at a time, leaving his family of eleven behind. His jobs mostly consisted of picking cotton, and picking many different fruits and vegetables. Although it was very hard work for my grandfather, it was a lot more money than working anywhere in mexico.

Riding a roller coaster? Watching horror movies? Killing bugs as a no big deal? Oh, no. Not me.

I can vividly remember the days when I thought my future was grim, without hope. My first 17 years of life was spent in a refugee camp without freedom. I was a stateless person in Bhutanese refugee camp in Nepal, I had no place to call home. But, things changed for good. United State government decided to bring me and my family to the US in 2008.

Throughout the history of mankind, many people have wished for the ability to travel back in time. There are countless historical events that I would want to travel back to, from world wars, incredible inventions and to major sporting events. Everyone would use this opportunity differently, but I would travel back to the early 1900’s to live through the major moments that occurred in the United States. The two world wars have always fascinated me from a very young age, and I always appreciate opportunities to learn more about them. History classes, books, and movies have given me information over the years, but it has never seemed to be enough for me.

When I was only eight years old my family decided to come to the United States. I am the middle child out of three and the only male, having one younger and one older sister. My father only finished elementary school because he had to work to help his younger siblings and parents. My mom only has a middle school education. My father does landscaping for a living and my mother is a homestay mom.

IF I COULD LIVE IN AMERICA If i could live in America i will be a lot of things to do. America is the country that i love since i was a little kid, because i liked a lot of things in America such as food, lifestyle, atmosphere, national security, the weather’s and manymore. I liked the food in America because the food is tempting meal as hot dog, pai apple, pizza, french fries, hamburger, steak, macaroon, taco and ice cream sundae.