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Personal Narrative: Moving To Dominican Republic As A Young American

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Moving to Dominican Republic as a young American came with many challenges. One of the main challenges was crime; crime is one of the biggest problems for tourist. I moved to the Dominican Republic at the age of 11 with my parents. I was in middle school when I had my first close encounter with crime during the summer, a week right before school started. I was robbed by two assailants, one on a motorcycle and the other man was walking. I remember that day in particular; because it was the first time I actually wanted to walk around to get familiar with the neighborhood. As I was walking farther away from my house, I noticed a motorcycle behind me, I didn’t think I had anything to worry about and right before I could blink the man on the motorcycle,

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