Mi Infancia
My Childhood
I loved my childhood. Sure, to you it may seem like nothing, but I absolutely loved my childhood. I never had much, however I was content with what I had, scratch that; I loved what I had. I had freedom. I had a life where I could do what I wanted, when I wanted. I was able to roam free. Even if I had no toys to play with but the toys I could make or find at home. Even if we had no running water. Even if I wouldn’t have my first full can of coke until I was older because everything we had was split between my 6 siblings, my mother, and I. My dad ? He killed himself. He was the security guard at the school and the soldiers wanted to get in but he wouldn’t let them. So they told him they would come back to kill him. Instead of letting them kill him, he poisoned himself.
So things were pretty rough, although I was okay. Since I was the youngest, I would help my brothers out when they went gathering, hunting, and fishing, but it was more of a fun thing for me; there wasn’t the pressure of having to put food on the table; to provide for my family. My only job was to go to school. However, when my dad died, everything changed, my whole world flipped upside down. My mom was now a single mom; having to support all of us. …show more content…
After I left and she passed I didn’t even feel disconnected I just felt no connection at all to my home country. If I had stayed there I probably would’ve been a farmer today. No matter how bad my life here could’ve been my life there would’ve been 10 times worse. So yes, maybe I wish that I’d stepped it up and been more dedicated to learning English so I could do better in school and maybe get a scholarship, maybe I do wish that I would’ve been able to come when I was younger so it’d be easier for me to pick up the language. Nonetheless, I would 100% do it all over again so that I’d receive the opportunities that I did
My Childhood
I loved my childhood. Sure, to you it may seem like nothing, but I absolutely loved my childhood. I never had much, however I was content with what I had, scratch that; I loved what I had. I had freedom. I had a life where I could do what I wanted, when I wanted. I was able to roam free. Even if I had no toys to play with but the toys I could make or find at home. Even if we had no running water. Even if I wouldn’t have my first full can of coke until I was older because everything we had was split between my 6 siblings, my mother, and I. My dad ? He killed himself. He was the security guard at the school and the soldiers wanted to get in but he wouldn’t let them. So they told him they would come back to kill him. Instead of letting them kill him, he poisoned himself.
So things were pretty rough, although I was okay. Since I was the youngest, I would help my brothers out when they went gathering, hunting, and fishing, but it was more of a fun thing for me; there wasn’t the pressure of having to put food on the table; to provide for my family. My only job was to go to school. However, when my dad died, everything changed, my whole world flipped upside down. My mom was now a single mom; having to support all of us. …show more content…
After I left and she passed I didn’t even feel disconnected I just felt no connection at all to my home country. If I had stayed there I probably would’ve been a farmer today. No matter how bad my life here could’ve been my life there would’ve been 10 times worse. So yes, maybe I wish that I’d stepped it up and been more dedicated to learning English so I could do better in school and maybe get a scholarship, maybe I do wish that I would’ve been able to come when I was younger so it’d be easier for me to pick up the language. Nonetheless, I would 100% do it all over again so that I’d receive the opportunities that I did