Personal Narrative: Growing Up In Bulgaria

Seeing Seattle was truly spectacular, the sky-high glass-covered buildings created shadows that covered the sunny streets. Seattle was completely opposite to what I was completely used too in Bulgaria. Growing up in a poorly developed country such as Bulgaria, that has been ruined by the economy has made me appreciate the smallest things that my parents have done for me. I was just an eight-year-old boy who lived on the top floor of a rusty sixty-year-old building, that day by day I thought it would collapse any moment from the strong gusts of wind that occurred during storms. Being eight years old I did not realize how much my parents struggled to be capable of supporting me and supplying the things I wanted. I knew that we were poor but we weren’t the only ones, the whole country was struggling to sustain any sort of money into their pockets. Like every eight year old, I had a lot of dreams. Wanting to be a firefighter was different, not a lot of people choose to be firefighters. That quickly changed when my parents explained how dangerous being a firefighter was. Computers started getting popular and that quickly grabbed my attention. I wanted to do something with computers that one day it will help out families in need. I wanted to see kids not struggle in life like the way I did when I …show more content…
I was finally able to leave that gloomy old building that was infested by every possible insect I could think of. I was finally able to go to school and make new friends, being able to go outside during lunch was a great feature. I was able to see the low-flying birds who wrestled to fly through the strong gusts of wind. There was a massive oak tree that was in the middle of the courtyard. The big leaves covered the sun, making a great shadow that covered the ground. Being able to make new friends was truly spectacular, every day I made new friends until we got a letter that we won a green card to go too the