When I was 9-10 years old I lived with my mom, dad, and sister in Lake Ariel, Pennsylvania. Lake Ariel was a small town where all you would see is corn, fields, and woods. We had lived in this house for two years and I had a good group of friends that I had met from school or extracurricular activities. I attended Western Wayne Hamlin elementary school and was in fourth grade. The school district was huge, covering six townships, but my school was small. I was brought up in a middle-class, organized household. My mom is Dominican, so along with being raised in an American household, I had a good taste for spanish culture as well. But at age ten culture didn't have much impact on me; I didn’t understand the difference in culture. My
