My Childhood Of The United States

I was 14-year-old when I left my country to move to America in March 2012. When I heard I was moving to the United States, I was so delighted words cannot even describe how excited I was that day. I remember the night before my trip I could not sleep. I was excited because my whole family was going to be with me. My dad migrated to Florida four years before we came, therefore, I could not wait to see him again.

I grew up in a small town in the state of Michoacan, Mexico until a few weeks after my seventh birthday. In 2001, after six years since my father petitioned to have us come to the United States with him and finally he had received a letter from U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services that his request had been approved. Being of that age, I was my mother’s companion everywhere, however, all I could grasp from those conversations was that we were going to the United States. I don 't think any of us knew what this meant or to what extent this would change our lives, not even my parents whom I thought knew it all.

Growing up in America you get introduced and exposed to new ideas and cultures everyday. Especially living in Los Angeles which is a melting pot of many different cultures and beliefs. It’s difficult to think of a time I’ve had a problem or struggle with a new experience. However, I have had a minor struggle with the feeling acceptance in different cultures. Facing new experiences can be amazing and a way of learning new ideology and beliefs. Different cultures have many different ways of thinking and have different belief systems and it can be difficult to fit in properly. With the experiences I have faced I try to enjoy and respect them as much as possible but, there is still a small feeling of not truly fitting in. I’ve learned to overcome

During the summer after I turned thirteen, I went on a vacation that changed my entire perspective on life. “Americans are so spoiled.” I remember hearing my mother proclaim this numerous times growing up. I would shake my head or roll my eyes every time, since I never quite understood what it meant. Of course, I had nothing to compare it to. I grew up in the suburbs in a middle class family. I never wanted for anything. I heard the stories of my mother and her siblings growing up; they lived in filth, they occasionally skipped meals, all seven kids slept huddled together on concrete floors. I heard those stories as if she was saying, “…I walked a mile to school, uphill both ways…” I never could have imagined the reality of what the stories truly meant until I visited my birthplace, the Philippines, for the first time.

I was born in St.Catherines hospital a couple blocks away from my brown bricked house on alder street. My home was fairly simple, more on the cramped size. It was an apartment. In the streets litter everywhere, the neighbors cared less on how they presented themselves. They cared only about drinking, partying and having the time of their life. The odor of marijuana floated around the whole city. The crime rate in East Chicago is one of the highest in the nation. Drive-bys, drug dealing, and robbery was a daily activity. Yet, that never

My father moved to the United States before I was born. The reason is simple, like any other father he wanted the best for his family and that meant searching for new opportunities in this country. As my third birthday approached my mother and I prepared for the transition. At that time my father worked on a forklift in a recycling company. Years later he got laid off because companies no longer wanted to risk being

In the summer of 2013, my mother told me that I would be moving to the United States, for reasons that she didn’t disclose to me. In the Dominican Republic, children are raised to never question the decisions of their elders, so I did as I was told. Later, I understood that my parents knew that it didn’t matter how hard I worked in school, we would never have enough connections or money to find me a good job or for me to assist to a good university in my country.

The book, An American Child shows that people can be happy no matter their circumstances s long as they find joy within themselves. Annie Dillard explains her life from ages five to high school. In the book she indicates the pressure, and hardships of getting older, but always manages to stay positive. Dillard tells the readers that she got involved in some bad decisions, but eventually came to reality, and knew she needed to change the direction in which she was headed. She uses many rhetorical device to make her work better. For example, Dillard uses a lot of personification. Personification makes the book, An American Childhood more vivid.

Growing up in America, I have always been surrounded by many cultures and different ethnic groups. Many of those cultures differ from my own traditionally. For the first half of my life, I was raised in detroit, a predominantly black city - I had always assumed. My family eventually moved out of Detroit and we moved to Inkster. Inkster was a much smaller city, but it was also a predominantly black city. In 2011, my family moved from Inkster, Michigan to Canton, Michigan. Although the two cities are less than a half hour apart - the cultural and ethnic groups are extremely diverse. While attending my freshman year of high school in Canton I realized, I was a minority there. More than half of the student body, more than half of the community

Growing up in America, the majority of people are never worried about where their next meal is coming from or how it was prepared. I have personally been spoiled throughout my life always having an abundant supply of food along with a mother that cooked every meal for me. I dreaded waking up at 5am every morning to head off to the chicken house and pick up, at times, hundreds of dead chickens. Taking Food Science 1000 this semester, I now have a wealth of knowledge about food and food science. I now have a greater appreciation for farmers worldwide as their hard work provides billions of families with food. It has shown me that even small family operations, like my family's, still make a huge impact on the world. Before this class I never really

I came to the United States on October 1st 2009. As an eight-year-old, I didn’t realize the changes my life was about to go through. I would always dream of coming to the united states because of the amount of opportunities that I could have here, that I could never have in El Salvador. Although, I didn’t comprehend that would mean leaving my whole family and making such a huge change in my life. Growing up in El Salvador I got used to depending on my family and having their support no matter what. After I moved the changes were really hard for me: Not having my family around, learning a new language, and getting used to a new lifestyle; took me some time to get used to.

Growing up in one of the most neglected zip codes of Miami, I have faced challenging obstacles all my life. These challenges were not only limited to financial worries, they included peer issues as well as moral ones. Growing up in a neighborhood where police lights and drug dealing were the norm taught me valuable life lessons that most people could never understand. I believe this upbringing has molded me into the person I am today, a person who sees hardships as a way to grow and excel, a person who sees life through a producer mindset, rather than a consumer one.

When I moved to this city I didn't think that I would be popular or the All-Star Quarterback for my school. We had to move here because of my dad's “business opportunity” that would give our family a lot more money. We were always struggling with money, that’s mostly why mom and dad fought a lot. I was always telling them “let me get a job and I could help”. But they always said “no you are too young and this doesn't concern you.

Thirty years from today I left my native country, Romania with my family to come to America in the state of New York. I remember with perfect clarity, the day we arrived at John F. Kennedy airport. I was only nineteen years of age. I have to admit that my family and I were afraid of the unknown. We exited the airport, got into a van,drove for about 45 minutes , and checked into the Aberdeen Hotel. At that time Aberdeen Hostel was mostly for transit immigrants. To be precise, it was for political refugees. My parents received a United States visa after my mother ended her twenty-one days of hunger strike. During our stay in the hotel, we went job hunting. I was fortunate enough to find a job right across the street from the hotel. It was

My experience of moving to the USA included a couple of steps such as preparing, arriving, and adopting. Moving to America was one of the most thrilling and exciting experiences I have ever had in my life. It all started after I graduated from high school. I had always dreamed of going to abroad to study in a better school to be successful in life. My dad was leaving me hints here and there that he was going to send me America for school, but I was sure that it wasn’t going to happen because getting a student visa was tough back then. However, that summer when I saw that letter in my mail from the immigration department of USA for an interview, I was speechless.