Personal Narrative Essay About Being American

As a child I faced many difficulties that most children at my age would never face, but in order to understand my story you must first understand my background. I was born in Mexico City, Mexico at the age of four my mom made an incredibly important decision that wouldn’t only affect her, but also me as her son. My mom, Rosalia, made the decision to move out of her country that she had grown up in, and the country that I had begun my life in, in order to move to the United States so that her son could not only be with his mother, but also his father. At that age I didn’t think much of it, but today I sit here and respect the decision that my mom made at that time, and appreciate the amount of courage and strength that it took my mother to make

Coming to AmericaThe year was 1948, and my grandmothers aunt and uncle came for a visit from Chicago to Germany to see their family. They had no children and had come to ask my grandmother if she would be interested in coming to Chicago to possibly live there w ith them. The idea of going appealed to her very much since her home city, Saarbrcken, was still partially destroyed from the WWII bombings. She always had the wanderlust in her blood coming from both sides of her family, so thinking about the towering skyscrapers, the bustling city streets, and the glamorous movies from America was quite enticing to my grandmother. With all off these wondrous thoughts swimming through her head, she enthusiastically agreed to go.Now, it was time to prepare

In 1996 Angelina was only thirty years old when she first arrived in America. Angelina left behind her 7 other siblings and parents, to start a new life in this unknown country. Before coming to America she lived in a tiny town in Mexico, her life in Mexico was much nicer than her life in America from what she described. Angelina mentioned that one of her biggest passions is cooking, “My sisters and I had our own restaurant, we sold food during the day, and during the night I would go out with friends and buy ice cream or delicious churros.” For Angelina one of the biggest benefits of living in Mexico was being close to her family members, “the whole family would go out on field trips every now and then, my favorite were trips to the beach,

I'm in a small small town named Grosselec Poland in the year 1920. I am in the town square, people are bustling about. There are many shops selling food, clothes and a few selling jewelry. I look over to see a woman walking with her three daughter to the grocery store. I follow them inside to hear the owner say, “Hello Jetti how are Rachella, Sylvia and Esther? Any word from Jacob?” This is my great great grandma, my Mom's, Dad's, Mom's, Mom, Jetti Teidor. She responds, “They are doing fine, now word though, I am starting to think that it is time for us to move to America.” After they leave I follow them home. Jetti opens the door, walks to the small kitchen and starts to make dinner.

On September 1, 2012 I moved to Virginia, United States. Many can say that, but to me it is one of the greatest things I have done in life. Being born in Puerto Rico, an island in which Spanish is the main language, the wish of learning English was constantly in my mind. As I grew up I started to take English courses in school; however, the courses were not as effective, since I only learned the basics of English. Later on after graduating from sixth grade I was enrolled in a bilingual private school. The fact that the school was mostly in English and that it was private challenged my learning even more than in a public school. Although the school was a great one, I was doing badly accademically. It wasn’t until the school year was over that I decided to move to the state of Virginia in order to begin with my journey. A journey in which I learned many things from life and because of this experience I am preapared to overcome anything that comes between me and what I want.

As I stepped off the plane, the frigid air sliced through my face, just as the cold, harsh reality hit me: I’m an American now.

Eating out for dinner and using a credit card to pay for it is very common for people.

My generation is very fortunate , because there were amazing people that fought for the things that we have today . Americans Gift to my Generation involves freedom , free speech , the freedom to believe in your own religion , and that all people are treated equal . All of these things are very important so that you can be your own person .

Have you ever thought about how it would be to live in another country that does not have as many freedoms as we have? America has lots of freedoms so people can do lots of things.

I grew up in a small town in Punjab, India with the intention of leaving before even knowing what leaving meant. I was fortunate enough to be born into a well to do family, living in luxury and ritualistic politeness, inherently successful by an Indian standard; acres worth of land attributed to my family name, respect among locals, an arranged marriage in my future, and eventually a more than generous inheritance that should leave me comfortable and content with no reason for adventure. I recognized that this was what would become of me at a young age, and even though it seemed attractive, more than anything, it seemed lazy. The people there had no love of knowledge, no appreciation of subtleties, and no want for progress. I had to find a way out. In a way, I felt my parents were as

America’s gift to my generation is safety. To me safety means you are not at risk of being in danger. I believe we are safe because of God first of all, but also our military. We are so lucky to be a strong country and have a strong military. You can look at this topic two ways. We are safer from terrorist attacks now than 15 years ago, but we also have more mass shootings now than we have before.

Five years ago visit to USA was conjuring and the plausible excuse for why it was only a tour outing for entertainment and engorgement. I thought of it as the first and last excursion to US. In any case individuals say a sudden strong and unforeseen inquiry doth commonly shock a man and expose him. Having grim circumstances in Pakistan four years ago made us to return again to the spot I had used my six years of adolescence. Anyway this time I needed to face something not probable. It was a remote young lady in a freshman year. For me it was like to bite a tasteless gum. I was completely indiscreet by everything.

Before it was all introduced to me, my economy was primarily constructed with our own hands. I am from Western Samoa where things as I would say was a bit slow and a bit dinosaur age. We do not have Walmart or Ross or huge grocery shops that would provide us with the convenience as other. My home had the key to our Economic growth, however, did not have the consideration of the actual word outside.

Another trip that I made this year was in July, with my mum my sister. We went to San Francisco in the United States. The trip started out pretty bad, because we had to travel very far we also had to exchange flight in New York and that was when my sister who is older than me, told us that she had forgot her passport! We looked everywhere and in every bag that we had but we couldn’t find it. Since the security in America is very strict we weren’t sure if we even could get in to the country without the passport. It was a really stressful time and we didn’t know what to do, but luckily there was a support group at the airport who could help us, and one of the men went back to the plane that we had just arrived from to look if the passport was

Despite our hopes, my father’s work once again became very stressful and my mother faced racism and prejudice. Workers refused to return her calls because of her accent, while they would promptly respond when my father, with his American accent called. A cafe in town treated customers unequally based upon their origin and wealth. And the first question a new person asked us was where we lived; either we qualified to be friends with them or not.