Essay On My Journey To America

I was born on May 9th, 1998 in Zacatecas, Mexico, a small town in the center of Mexico. I am the third child, before me I have two sisters and after me I have one little brother. I lived in Mexico for two years before we began our Journey to the United States of America. We had a really good life in Mexico. My dad was railroad constructor (he would lay out tracks and fix them for trains) in doing so he made a lot of money. We have two houses in Mexico, and we own 10 acres of land. In Mexico most people build their own houses, they do not take out mortgages, so once you build it, it’s yours. We always had more than enough food to eat, we would have the top designed clothes, and our house was nicely furnished. My mom would buy us clothes at least once a week, whenever we went out, to special events, she would dress me in a nice button down shirt, black pants, real leather boots, and a sombrero. My mom never worked, she was a stay at home mom. One day, my dad’s job abruptly closed leaving him without a job. We had enough money to keep us on our feet for a couple of years but with economies always changing, inflation going up, my parents did not want to risk it and decided to move me and my sisters to America, and that is how my journey began. We arrived to the United of America in the year 2000, I was two at the time so I really had no say on …show more content…
First of all, none of us spoke English! Probably one of the most important things you need to know, in a country where English is the most used language. Luckily for me, there was this show called “Scooby-Doo” and that is how I began to learn English. I would watch Scooby-Doo and repeat words that they would say. I had everything Scooby-Doo growing up. I had his blanket, his pajamas, his plates, his slippers, his teddy bear, his lunchbox, everything Scooby-Doo for me! The journey to learning English to me a memorable one, and plus it involved a great dane solving