Personal Narrative Experience: The First Six Years Of My Life

The first memory I can remember was at night, it was the first dark night that I spent in what would be my new home. It was on this dark and humid day that I had first set foot in the windy city of Chicago, the same city in which I have spent and keep spending my days. This day marked the end to the first 6 years of my life to which I would eventually forget, but in return, this day also marked a new beginning. A beginning that was full of new opportunities, a room with thousands of open doors which my parents gave to me. A gift that has not been completely opened until the day that I make something great of myself. I had achieved something that millions of people wish they could do today and due to this, it brings me a melancholy but happy feeling. …show more content…
They escaped the poverty of their homeland and everything and everyone they knew. They decided to trade the warm home and the golden sun to which they woke up every morning for an unknown land which they only heard of through people. They took my naïve hands and decided to roll the dice. But I’m not mad, not a single drop of resentment because now I owe them everything. I can proudly say the I am who I am, and I do what I do because of them. Along with the influence that my parents had on me, I can also say that Chicago had a significant impact on the person that I claim to be today. This became a significant memory to me because I consider this time to also be the start of almost everything that I know now. Coming to Chicago to a one bedroom apartment for my family of five is something unforgettable. While walking to this small apartment, there was this small tree that welcomed us in. Passing the tree was a long front lawn acting as a red carpet leading me