Have you ever wanted to go back to your roots. See how it felt to live like your parents did long before you were born. Well I did just that on my family's yearly vacation to Jamaica. When I was a child we went to Jamaica a couple times but I was too young to remember, but back in 2014, my 8th year of middle school, my parents decided to take a trip. I was very excited this being the first time I went and could really experience the Jamaican lifestyle. Going into this I was nervous because I had heard a lot of bad press about this place from my cousins, aunts, and uncles. I imagined lots of poor people and killing in my head, but I knew that the only to find out is to see for myself. The day finally came it was December 22, 2014 we packed our
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For once I wasn't cooped up in a house all day I got to meet tons of really cool people. It wasn't all good sadly every morning me and my other cousins had to wash the dishes by hand, and do the laundry be hand. I never had to do this at my house and it made me realize how fortunate I was have machines to do all this for me. I was now aware that my parents spoiled me. As the days went on it was getting closer for me to go home. I was so sad that when it came time to leave I was bawling my eyes out. I had grown and emotional attachment to each and every one of them. Nothing I did could change the fact that I was leaving the next day. When we arrived back home I told myself that I was going to change. I started doing chores like cleaning the house every sunday. Putting the dishes in the dishwasher, and doing my own laundry. My trip to Jamaica changed me for the better I have learned to be satisfied with what you have because someone has it way worse. I guess to can say that I have went back to my roots and they have changed me for the better. I look forward to my next trip this summer and I hope it will change me more than the
For once I wasn't cooped up in a house all day I got to meet tons of really cool people. It wasn't all good sadly every morning me and my other cousins had to wash the dishes by hand, and do the laundry be hand. I never had to do this at my house and it made me realize how fortunate I was have machines to do all this for me. I was now aware that my parents spoiled me. As the days went on it was getting closer for me to go home. I was so sad that when it came time to leave I was bawling my eyes out. I had grown and emotional attachment to each and every one of them. Nothing I did could change the fact that I was leaving the next day. When we arrived back home I told myself that I was going to change. I started doing chores like cleaning the house every sunday. Putting the dishes in the dishwasher, and doing my own laundry. My trip to Jamaica changed me for the better I have learned to be satisfied with what you have because someone has it way worse. I guess to can say that I have went back to my roots and they have changed me for the better. I look forward to my next trip this summer and I hope it will change me more than the