Personal Narrative: Growing Up On Long Island

Growing up on Long Island I believe, is a gift. There's no other place like it, the beaches, the farms and the city it has it all. To many Long Island is just a name or a place on the map, but to me this lovable fish-shaped island is home. In a small town called North Babylon, I grew up, made my closest friends and memories I'll have with me forever. I established the person I am today because of that town and the environment I grew up in.

I've been in the same house all my life and I couldn't imagine it being any different. My favorite memories are from when I was little and my grandpa, on my dads side we call him dats, lived three houses down the block from us. He used to babysit my siblings and I. In front of his house he had a huge sweet gum tree that had a swing hanging from the tallest branch. I was attached to that swing, I remember it like it was yesterday, the only downside was the sweet gum balls that used to fall from the tree. They are spiky on all sides and would pierce my skin and stick to my clothes. I often fought through the pain and took the risk because jumping …show more content…
America is divided by light and dark, when I believe it should never be divided at all. Being Irish and Italian today I don't face any discrimination like there was in the past, I really don't experience any at all. My hope is that history stops repeating itself and everyone in America can be viewed as equals but it seems like a reoccuring sense of ignorance that poisons our great country. Whether it's race, sex, or nationality american citizens always find something and discriminate. I thank my relatives from making the brave move to america in hopes for a better life and being let down or discouraged due to the discrimination. I thank them because if it wasn't for that I would never be able to live the life I do today, and I will forever be grateful for that and their