Personal Narrative: The Stereotypes Of Native Americans

I was six years old when they first arrived; I remember thinking to myself that these new people were strange, but could only be there to help us, somehow. Everything about these foreign settlers was so different from us including their skin tone, which is what was most astonishing to me. They looked so pale comparatively to my dark colored skin, I did not even know people could be so lightly pigmented. It was as if all the color had been drained form their bodies until there was none left. I was not very frightened of them when they arrived, but my parents (especially my father) told me to try and stay as far away from them as possible because they did not know whether to trust them; I did not understand why they felt this way considering all they had done was treat us with kindness. …show more content…
These new neighbors were so interesting to me; it felt as if my tribe had been hidden away from the rest of the world, and we were the new, lucky winners from a raffle chosen to be a part of it. These people grew to be so helpful by giving us many different resources, such as weapons and clothing, animals, and agricultural methods. Everything started to progressively get so much better for my tribe in all aspects, and it was all thanks to our new, pale neighbors. That is when people started to get sick; once that started, sickness seemed to be taking a hold of anyone and everyone that it could. Many people in my beloved tribe began to disappear, taken by the unforgivable creature that is incurable disease. I, on the other hand, did not get