Growing Up In Colombia

The first thing I smell every time I walk into my grandma’s home is her perfume and food simmering away on the stove top. It’s a scent that I come to be familiar with over the years and it is something that I now connect to a feeling of safety and love. My grandma, Alba, is one of my rocks that I am able lean on when faced with troubling times. She is someone I am able to call on the phone to recount my day to her, seek advice, and just listen to all the different stories oh her when growing up in El Salvador. She is a person who I believe has such a huge influence on my life and taught me so many life lessons that I hold to this day.

But I can say that it was not always like this. I would say that I grew up in the lower class considering the fact that my parents came to the United States as immigrants. My parents came to the U.S poor and had no idea how to make a living here. Although they came with absolutely no knowledge on how they can possibly make a living here, they were determined to give my siblings and I the proper care they thought we deserved. Today, my father is a small business owner in landscaping and because of his success thus far, my mother has not felt the need to work and she just stays at home taking care of household duties and as well as take care a few of my nieces and nephews. I am very thankful for the life that my parents have given to my siblings and I because nowadays, life can be a hard battle to overcome but with determination and inner strength, we can all reach our hopes and

Growing up in a Mexican household has many definitive factors. Growing up an Hispanic child means being awoken by loud Spanish music every Sunday morning which sent a reminder to your brain telling you that it was cleaning day. It means having your parents call you names such as precioso, mi rey, and gordo at any age. Growing up in a Mexican household means never having to buy outside food because “there’s food at home”. Growing up in a Mexican household means many things but all these things make us who we are.

I have 1 younger brother, and I live with my dad. I was born in Maryland and lived there until I was about 10 years old. I moved to Florida towards the last quarter of my 5th grade year and we lived in Florida for almost 3 years. My dad, brother, and I decided it was best to move back up north due to the fact that we found it hard

I was born and raised in the small but growing city of Perris, CA. This isn’t the best city out there but it tends to grow on you, and you begin to truly love it for what it is. The people, however, not so much. The community can vary from which part of the city you’re in. That’s because there’s diversity here in Perris. I’m a product of this diversity, being half Mexican and half African American. My parents fell in love after high school and later on began a family. I am the youngest of five. I have two older brothers, an older sister, and an older cousin who lives with us. The order is boy, girl, boy, boy, girl with my cousin being included in there too. We all live in the same house with my parents and are quite close with each other. They all seem to have raised me growing up due to the fact that my parents were busy trying to provide for us. This was a challenge by itself, resulting in lots of house moving and my father being unemployed for six years after losing his job. I never complained about moving because I knew that my parents were doing their absolute best and were working with all that they had and then some. This unquestionably made me adaptable to new environments and gave me a

They wanted me to do their homework and we was only in the 2nd or 3rd grade. There was no excuses why they could not do their own. When I turned six years old, everything changed. I was called to the office and when I got there my aunt was standing beside a woman and they were looking and smiling at me. I just looked and smiled back and automatically knew it was my mom. She looked like me and I could not say anything because my heart was just pounding. I just hugged her. Ever since, I would go to my mom’s house, on the weekend, to spend time with her. When I hit 10 years old, I walked in my aunt house after school one day and a man sitting on the sofa and I automatically knew it was my dad. I knew it was him because I knew where he was. He was in jail. He wrote to me and sent pictures. It had me thinking maybe my mom was in jail also because he told me they had a big fight and she had pulled a knife out on him. I do not know why she did not send pictures or ever write

Colombia is at the northern side of South America. Although it's a very beautiful country. Its has everything you could think of from caribbean beaches, luscious rainforests, beautiful cities, peaceful farms & parks.

My parents have always raised me to be grateful for what I have. I live in a safe and wealthy town with a superior education system, I have amazing friends and family, a roof over my head, and proper food and clothing.

I was born in to a poor family, we were not very privileged. We made do with what we had growing up. You can say we were a family of modest means. My social economic status remained about the

My family does have financial problems, but we were never judged or discriminate. Even with that type of social class, people would help us. Our social class does shape my family, but it does not contribute on how we interact with other people. We still act like everybody else, we are a independent family. We don't rely on other's majority of the time, unless it is needed. We don't like people feeling pity for our family because of our social class. At my family social class, it does change our belief on how we observe our happiness. My family rather working class because we are happy where we are. Even if we here in the high class, that doesn't mean that we would be happy. My family enjoys working, especially my father. He has to work, but now he can't because of work injury. Even though that happen we are still happy in our social

Colombians are known to be passionate supporters of every field that their nation sets foot into. From trade, beauty pageants to international sports competitions, and anything that shouts nationalism and prudence. They are avid fans of their own blood, their own talents and skills and their own color. The world has come to witness how glued Colombians are when they cheer to boost their nation's morale. Football has always been a sport that Colombians are addicted to, and they mean business when their players step on the pitch.

Thankfully, I was born into a family that has always been able to support me and I have not known much financial struggle, or at least my parents never let anything like that ever show. I only faintly remember when we lived with my grandfather while my mother was still in college, and that was when I was three years old . Shortly after, we were living in my parents' first house together and that is where most of my memories began. My parents, for about as long as I could remember, have always been middle class and I could not be more

At the age of 4 or 5 we moved down the road from my grandmother, in a nice 2 bedroom brick house, one bath, where I am currently living now. It was only my mom, dad & I living there for about 10 years, then my mom ended up getting pregnant & had another child. It caused the house to become a little cramped up as my sister got older. More

Growing up in the city of Brook Park, a nice little suburb located in northeast Ohio. I never really imagined how life could be differently if I grew up in a different social class. Up to this point in my life, my family has mainly been a "middle class" family. Money isn 't thrown around in my family like its nothing, but we 've had a very good living style due to the hard work of my parents. Many times growing up my parents always told me to be grateful for what we have and to never complain because there 's people out there who would love to have what we have as a family. If I lived in the poverty living level instead of the middle class, the social part of my life would be different in many

I have grown up in an American, Caucasian, middle-class family of five. My parents have been married for 29 years and have two daughters and a son. My sister is 27, my brother is 25, and I am 20. My family has had many great experiences, but has also faced various challenges. Throughout our different experiences, our family dynamic has developed.