My Dream Experience

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.

Moving to the United States from Cameroon is a meaningful event or experience that has changed my life, and affected the person I am now and who am striving to be every day. American too many developing nations is a place where dreams do come true, and land of opportunities, I truly agree with this fact because I am a replica of this fact. I came to the united states when I was 13 years old very sacred and shy as a person my dad told me my daughter I brought you to this country to make something better and good for yourself. In this country you can do anything you want to do but only if you set your priority straights and be focus. Coming to the United States is a one’s in a life opportunity to so many people and your friends backs home

Immigration to America is often a decision made in order to discover a better life for a family or individual. America’s founding ideals are usually what compel foreigners to move to the US. The stories of America being the “Land of Opportunity” have continued to persuade people to immigrate. Although immigration in the 20th century is much different from recent immigration, the underlying reasons for moving to the US are usually quite similar.

As the young, female protagonist in “America and I” took her first steps toward a life in the United States, her head was already overflowing with preconceived notions of what that life would look like. Tommy Hilfiger once said, “the road to success is not easy to navigate, but with hard work, drive and passion, it's possible to achieve the American dream.” His words practically provide a definition for what most people expected an American life to be. You get a job, you work hard, you buy a house, you have kids; achieving the American dream was equivalent to a fairytale with a happy ending. However, Anzia Yezierska reveals the roller coaster of incidents and hindrances that many immigrants face during their quest to find their happily ever

Bright lights and city sounds and surrounded by different people and walking in boulevards, driving in freeways, is what I want my American dream to be. America was such a fast-paced environment and felt overwhelming. The cultural differences was very eminent. I was unsuccessful with m y escape for I gave up the idea of escaping. I didn’t want to run away and take things for granted. I chose to embrace where I was and what is instore for me. I told myself that “You’re only lost when you chose to go back” and God wouldn’t give you something that isn’t supposed to be

If someone were to ask me for the most significant turning point in my life, I wish I can say that it is something as dreamy as a romantic proposal, getting married, getting promoted to my dream job, or something more magical. Instead, my most relevant answer to that question is migrating. Since I was six years of age, just when my father passed away, my mother has been preparing my sisters and me to relocate to the United States. In a prompt by Bettelheim, I once read, "As Piaget has shown, the child's thinking remains animistic until the age of puberty" (319). In my case, moving was something I have been aware of for most of my growing years, and admittedly, something I have always anticipated. Because truthfully, as an Asian kid living

I was only three years old when my parents decided to move. I have a younger brother who was only five months old before the big move; my older sister was seven. We lived in a quiet residential area of Peru where it never snowed or got colder than 70°. To my parents, America represented new dreams and endless possibilities for their children. My mom was especially keen on having us learn English. I don’t recall much of my childhood in Peru, just flashes of faces here and there but I really grew up in America. This country became my home. (A couple years later we welcomed a small shih tzu who we now call Caramel.)

Life is about change, it’s what makes our lives different from one another.  Without change what do we have to live towards? These thoughts attack my mind everytime the lights go out, or every time my father wants me to become something that I don’t believe is the right route for me. He goes on and on about me becoming the greatest cardiothoracic  surgeon to ever live. When we host simple things like dinner parties, he brags about me being so smart, it’s likes he’s trying to sell me. Don’t get me wrong I’m glad that he’s proud of me, it’s just that I wish he was proud of me for doing something that I want to do. Ever since I was a little girl, I always dreamt of becoming a ballet dancer. Every night at eight pm “Dancing Talent” comes on, it is the only television show that I watch. My father gives me this look and shuts it off everytime he catches me watching. Unfortunately, this is my life and I wish my father would stop conforming me to his regulations and standards.

Have you ever been so excited about something that you just couldn’t sleep? That was me the night before prom. As I laid in my bed tossing and turning, excited but nervous, so many thoughts were going through my head. I knew that I got nominated for Prom Queen, and I was just hoping and praying that nothing would go wrong the next day. My charming boyfriend, Mar’Kiese, was getting annoyed because I kept moving so much. He told me to relax, so I stared at my ceiling and I was literally counting sheep until I fell asleep. The next morning, we were both woken up by my vexatious alarm, and usually I’m not a morning person but on April 28th I woke up with one of the biggest smiles on my face.

There is something about the way Steamboat looks when our car first pulls to the top of Rabbit Ears Pass that ignites happiness inside of me. It’s perhaps the prettiest and most favorable view of mine, with the crystal-like lake on the left, the snow-covered evergreens on the right, and my favorite town in the world straight ahead. The freshly fallen snow glistening in the street lights and the cute little houses all lined up in a row never cease to bring a smile to my face. On this trip specifically, I sat there looking at the town below with the biggest smile on my face and excited butterflies in my stomach. As a child, seeing Steamboat felt like Christmas morning because it truly reminded me of some of my happiest memories.

Have you ever been dreaming and then suddenly you jolt awake? In my personal experience, I have woken up like this multiple times. I’ll inform you about a few stories of how I have experienced this certain situation. It was a Wednesday afternoon in Anatomy class. I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer a next thing I knew I was dreaming. I do not recommend falling asleep in school, there may be severe consequences. While I am dreaming I start to experience me falling in my dream. The next thing I do, is jolt awake and suddenly kick the table. Everyone in the classroom gives me one long look of shock and goes back to their work.

The idea of flying has terrified me since a young age. Being in a metal bird, thousands of feet above the ground, consuming me from one location to the next, doesn’t sound appealing. A pilot, who I could only hope knows exactly what he is doing, has my life in his hands. When I found out I would be taking a helicopter to prom instead of a nice car, I believed I was having a nightmare. The one where I’m falling endlessly, spinning out of control, until I am jolted awake. The thing which is my biggest fear in the entire will be my transportation of choice for one of the most memorable nights of my adolescent years.

I knew I was missing something in my life, but I was never able to pinpoint what. Ever since my parents divorced when I was twelve, I was forced to live with my father in Texas where he worked in an oil drilling company. For thirteen years I had to withstand this longing hunger, but I have decided to travel to my old hometown to figure it out. I glanced over to my diary nearby and opened it up to look at my old family picture, or at least what’s salvaged of it. Father ripped it up in half because he wanted me to forget about mother, and he wanted me to forget about it all. Continuing on, I started flipping through a few pages of my diary until I found my old address: 187 Mapleberry Oak in Toronto, Ontario.

Millions of people around the globe immigrate into different countries every year. For some people, moving to a new place can be about taking on a different career opportunity, following a love interest, or reuniting with family. While for others, immigration is necessary to survive. It is not a simple choice, but rather a struggle to escape the horrors in their own country. There are numerous nations that welcome immigrants and refugees with open arms, but many do not. Picking up your life and traveling to a new country is hard even in the most accepting of places. For example, in the US, there are varieties of cultures and people from all over the world, making it one of the most desirable places for immigrants. Yet, even still,