When I lived in Dominican Republic my childhood was the best. I was surrounded of my friends and cousins. I loved to play with them. When a woman got pregnant I always went to her house to help her. When the baby was born I passed the all day in that house with the baby. I remember when I had to take care of a baby by myself. It was a girl and her mother lived next to my house. I remember that I was so existed but at the same time nervous. Take care of a baby it a big responsibility because you don’t want to anything happen to that baby.
A criminal is living with me, cooking me dinner, and caring for me; I was apprehensive. One of the most influential events in my life was when my mom went to jail. During the summer of 2010 in Colorado, she spent around eight months in jail. My parents informed me over a Sunday breakfast. My mom and I exchanged letters, because we never really had the chance to talk over phone. Unfortunately I couldn’t visit since she was so far away.
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.
The cold winter night in New York weren’t the best to live in. Living in New York by yourself was tough but with the job and little money I had earned with my job I got a “tenement” which was like a little room just shared by a few people I didn’t really know them but we meet working in the factories the “tenement”wasn’t that big but it was something and we needed a place to live. Having people live with you helped with the money paying it was difficult for the first couple months but it wasn’t easy for a lot of people. Walking to the factory, every morning seeing those still living on the streets made me realize that I was lucky to have job working in the factories because I was one of those who lived on the streets. Working in the factories was awful because children were dying people were getting hurt everyday, people were getting tortured if you didn 't do something right. When I worked in the factories the hours were long they were from morning to night we didn’t get have very many breaks if we did they were very short some didn’t get have any at all. Children were even working in this kind environment I was a little surprised to see them here they getting treated worse than some of the adults. I know that moving here was for the best I may not have the best job or the best home not mention I don 't have any
Everyone has a personal experience! One of the experience I had is the chance to go to Mexico for the first time. I was much excited to go and finally experience, myself all the things my friends and family would talk about. One of the reasons I want to go to Mexico is because I want to see how my parents grew up there and go around and explore the place. I’m very excited because I would be able to tell my friends how it is in Mexico, since we’re always talking about it.
It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us. At the time I was four and Kaden (my brother) was 4 months. The day started off normal, Kaden was sleeping as usually and I was looking out the window watching raindrops race each other. At that moment I remember feeling happy and content just ready to drift off to sleep, when Suddenly the tires started Squealing. My mind was then cast into a sea of darkness that seem to have no escape.
Close your eyes and imagine what it would be like to live in a house surrounded by enormous vivacious trees. The view from every angle of your home would never be a disappointment. Think about how beautiful and breathtaking it would be to watch all of the leaves change colors during autumn. Right now, you are most likely inclined to believe that nothing could possibly be awful about living here, but you are wrong, very wrong.
“El Salvador”,my mom softly repeated the name of the place we where traveling to.After four hours of watching the white clouds,and the peaceful sky, we had finally arrived. As we stepped out of the Airport my eyes where rapidly attracted to all the Cultural things around me,I could feel how my lungs breathed in and out the smell of traditional food and fresh natural air. As me and my parents got seated on the taxi,the car started
I hadn’t visited the Dominican Republic since I was four years old. All I had was vague memories of my grandmother’s boisterous laugh and the chickens in the backyard I loved chasing after. I was constantly asking my father to take me over the summer, but he was either too busy working or money was tight. When my mother told me that my neighbor needed someone to babysit her daughter for
My grandfather asked me “Which one?” I respond “Let’s get this one”. Little did I know that guinea pig was my dinner. Guinea pigs or cuy are not pets but food in Ecuador.When I arrived at the airport it looked like any typical airport, but it felt as if I was in a different world. I remember seeing a whole bunch of random people at the airport. And then this whole group of people is crowding around me and it took me a while to put all the pieces together and I see my brother saying hi to everyone and then I realized holy cow this is my family. On the way to the car I was counting how many people were actually here and I had 6 uncle 's, 6 aunt 's, more than 15 cousins and 4 grandparents. I could not believe my eyes for the first time in eleven years I was with family. The first two weeks living in Ecuador was a challenge.
Living in Nicaragua, I have developed many relationships among the lower class. These relationships gave me time to reflect upon myself and be grateful for the resources I have. Communicating and spending my time with the children on my parents' mission site, I have come to understand the children and their circumstances of financial hardship. This time of serving gave me a time to understand myself and helped determine my future goals in my academic life and career.
After 500 CE native tribes migrated from central Mexico to the Caribbean lowlands to find a new home. When the Spanish arrived in western Nicaragua in the early 16th century they found three dominant tribes all with a different culture and language so I guess it was hard to colonise. Most of the tribes' government was a monarchy and ruled their own piece of land. In 1522, the first Spaniards entered the region of what would become known as Nicaragua, within a few months, Nicaragua was invaded by several Spanish forces, each led by a conquistador. The Europeans made permanent settlements which would become Nicaragua's main towns Granada on Lake Nicaragua and Leon west of Lake Managua. The history of Nicaragua remained relatively static for three
I think at one point, we have all fallen victim to believing that someone who doesn’t have everything that we do in the United States is clearly suffering and needs to be helped out by us, the well-off Americans who are often capable of giving it to them. Many people, when asked to describe the lives of people living in Latin America would immediately go to the words poor or sad or dismal. Most people would never realize that many of their lives are described in the same way we would describe our own- joyous, exciting, adventurous or emotional. Despite their often clear material hardships, living in poverty does not equate with sadness or dejection. They may be poor in items, but they are often rich in culture, religion, family and happiness.
I was born in Venezuela, my homeland. For many years my life was full of happiness. Been a girl that assisted school, sharing moments with friends and family. My life was a fairytale. As time passed by the political situation in Venezuela change. Arriving a government with no democratic ideas, disobeying laws, which brought up corruption, insecurity and the devaluation of currency. Actually the situation is that Venezuelan people hardly can afford to get the basic needs.
"¡Recógeme!" the child babbled, looking up at me with imploring dark eyes. I glanced apologetically at a worker standing nearby. “He wants you to pick him up,” she said in thickly accented English, and I looked down at the little boy as he reached towards me with eager hands and a beguiling smile. Spit dribbled from his mouth, his clothes were streaked with brown (hopefully dirt), and the remnants of his last meal caked tellingly on the corners of his mouth. Flustered and uncomfortable, I mummered, “I have to go,” and walked out the door into the bright, Central American sunlight.