Personal Narrative: Personal Experience: Going Back To The World

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ARRIVAL: I still remember how excited I was when the plane landed, I unfastened the seat belt as fast as I could, even before the plane stopped moving. I was happy to be there, but sad because I knew that after a short time I 'd have to go back to the country I lived in and go back to my usual boring routine. I was excited while loading all the luggage in the trunk of the car ready to take me to my last Destination. Looking out the window of the car, from seeing well-dressed people, big houses to seeing small houses and Markets that smelled of spices. Workers with scooters, some with wheelbarrows loaded with big bags of rice, carrots, lemons, edible leaves in a nice and simple black basket. STUCKED IN TRAFFIC: I watched from the dark screen of that black Peugeot, no one could really see me watching the costermongers under the hot scorching sun. I watched this particular kid attentively as he ran across the other side of the road passing through the thin space created by those yellow coloured buses trying to get to my ride. I didn 't know what he was selling, curiosity got the best part of me, I really wanted to see the kid, he looked around the age of 9, I bought from him 4 bottles of water I really didn 't need, I stared at the kid, and he stared back irked by the way I looked at him. I felt so small, at the age of 9 at 10 a.m on a Monday morning I was in class, or probably watching cartoons on T.V. I saw a lot of street sellers, but I was dismayed by the number of kids

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