Personal Narrative: Violence In Mexico

Coming to the United States has changed my life. When I was in my country, life wasn't easy for me. My dad used to live in the U.S I was in Dominican Republic. Because my dad was in the U.S it was difficult for me, brother and sister. My mom didn't get pay a lot and food were really expensive. After I came to the U.S I saw a lot change I my life. Many people in my country used to tell me that U.S is one of the best place to live. United States have all the opportunity such as a good education, a lot jobs and easy way to

My entire family was born in Guadalajara, Mexico. After three and a half years of living there my family decided to seek a better future in The United States. My father would go to the United States back and forth to work and earn money to send to us in Mexico. Eventually my mother was able to get a visa and my brother along with my little sister had an alternate way into the United States. We lived in Dallas Texas and Atlanta Georgia before settling in Howard county Maryland in a very small apartment. Luckily we were doing pretty well with my dad being the only one knowing English at the time. My father was working two jobs and I was getting ready to start kindergarten. I was very excited because the education we would have received in Mexico was nothing compared to the education in Howard County. I was excited for what was to come, but there were disadvantages of knowing only Spanish. Being bullied because of my poor English had an impact on me. I was in completely separate classes learning things that were simple compared to the regular course. I was excluded from certain activities, field trips and assemblies. I was clueless at first though as I slowly learned the language I understood things a lot more.

I was born in Dallas, Texas but when I was 3 years old I was taken to my parents’ home country, Mexico. My mother took my younger sister and me to Mexico while my father stayed in the United States and worked to provide for us. I spend 6 years in Mexico and I went to school there. I had an amazing childhood in the place my parents were born and had the opportunity to grow up around my family and culture. I became a fond lover of the traditions and the peaceful life of what I consider my country. I have many amazing memories from living in Mexico. The way everything called for a celebration where everyone was invited. The dedication that every festival I attended showed. Simply all the traditions that even when I live miles away from Mexico have stuck with me, things I still celebrate with my family every year. I love to be able to call myself Mexican American and to be able to share my parents. My love for Mexican culture plays a role in my decision to want to go to Spain. I want to see where some of the customs I know originated from and see where my ancestors came from.

grew up in America and lived there most of my life, but had to go Pakistan, so I could learn more about my culture. Even though I had to live there for one year, it taught me so many lessons and taught me how easy I had it in USA.

After a short while, it became a bit of a family tradition to take trips down to the sandy beaches of Mexico, and see what new things we could discover. Yet, that wasn't enough for my father, so when I turned eight, my parents sold everything, bought a sailboat, and we moved aboard. Having grown up abroad, seeing new people, learning how to speak Spanish, adapting to new cultures, my childhood overseas has given me the chance to see the earth from a whole new perspective.

country. It taught me the strength of the human condition and showed me the level of gratitude felt by those who

Two and a half years I have spent in mexico, It didn’t feel like it. It more likely felt like a longer time. Who knew years can go on for so long. This place my dad lived in was so new, The way people talked and looked, very different from mexico. There was new food to try and new places to discover. We traveled and somethings seemed familiar. Well of course I was born here. I lived in the united states since the beginning until mother and father decided to go on a vacation to mexico.

Mexico represent a lot to me. My family moved to Mexico when I was only 6 years old, I went to school there and spent most of my childhood and teenage years in this remarkable and beautiful country. For those and many other reasons I still have lots of good friends and family who live there. The connections are inevitable. I feel culturally connected and one of the things I miss the most is walking around the narrow streets of the towns I grew up and talking to the most friendly people around the neighborhoods buying and trying all sorts of street foods or little cravings (antojitos) as they called them in Mexico. The warm climate and going to the beach almost every week was always a plus and something to remember, since I lived near the ocean.

While Mexico is beautiful and all, Mexico is also a really impoverished country. Article “10 facts about poverty in Mexico” says that “Around half of the population lives in poverty; about 10 percent of people live in extreme poverty” (1). Lots of

I was born in America, however, my parents sent me back to China when I was 6 months old because of their living conditions. When my parents first came to America, their living conditions were so awful and they both had to work. Therefore, it was difficult for them to work and take care of me at the same time. My journey back to China was filled with wonderful memories. Throughout my journey, my Grandfather had always been my biggest supporter and his death left an impact on me that will last a lifetime.

I was born in Matamoros,Tamaulipas, Mexico. It is a little town located across the border from Brownsville, Texas. I lived there for more than 15 years. Mexico is full of history; it has a rich culture and thousands of unique traditions. I believe that we, Mexicans, are very polite, humble, and warm people.We love celebrations and celebrate almost everything.

Going to Mexico for the first time at age 5 was one unforgettable experience. Visiting has made my life change so much. Good or bad you ask? Both is the real answer. There were many different feelings and emotions throughout this experience. It has had an impact in my life for many reasons.

I was raised in a small household of 4 sisters, a mother and a father and me with a total of 7. We were your typical Mexican family, nothing out the ordinary. We went to parties, church, celebrated many Mexican customs. My mom had her own business called “Un Poco De Todo”, and my dad worked in a hardware store called “McAllen Nut & Bolt” for over twenty years until recently he became the owner of it as well. My neighborhood has always been very peaceful and quiet, no one ever partied super loud or caused drama, everyone kept everything to themselves. Being raised in a community as mine really shapes you, especially living five minutes away from Mexico. The people and culture teach you many things and it will mold you into a magnificent

I was born and raised in Mexico City. The eldest of three kids (two boys and one girl), we were brought up with a mixed cultural background since my mom’s family is from Lebanon and my dad’s family is from Spain, which made me appreciate the different approaches my grandmothers had for cooking, manners and way of living. Something I am really thankful for, is my parents approach to traveling, because I remember this as a huge part of my life since I was five years old. Getting to know different places, both in and out of my country, shaped the way I see the world and made me want to explore more of what this world has to offer and that is why when I decided to go to college, I chose SCAD as my university.

My father was born and raised in Oaxaca, Mexico. When I was a kid, he would always tell me many stories about it and explain how beautiful and amazing it was. My dad would always describe it with such a delicate touch that urged me to want to visit it so bad. However, my actual trip to Mexico was something far different from what I imagined. Although my family always described the perfect perspectives of the Mexico my dad grew up in with the best views and the best people, it was not the same Mexico that I went to go visit this summer.