Personal Narrative: My Families Are Different From The United States

Even though we might consider ourselves part of the united states. Me and my family have come to a conclusion that us “Floridians” are too different. The American government has named most of our neighborhoods and some cities by our Latin culture. We feel different from the rest of the united states cause nothing is like the rest of it. Our way of life our way of living is completely different from the rest. Cubans have taken over south Florida and even though we might be the most chaotic state I honestly believe that we’re our own little country down there. I’ve lived in a family of five, one older sister, and one younger one. Growing up in the city always being held captive within my home I never gained any freedom into the world. Me being hyper active I never wanted to be inside the house. My parents got me my first bicycle when I was 8. Eventually with a couple falls I’ve learned how to ride a bike, my father never minded me riding bike when I wanted as long as it was in daylight. I remember riding bike around my whole neighborhood. Living in Miami meant I never knew when trouble would come along I always had to expect the worst wherever I would go. Eventually after being outside in the would feel the safety and thought it wasn’t that bad. My 9 year old mind thought nothing was going to happen I’ve gained the confidence in the world and thought it was harmless. Eventually I started coming home a little later then usual. I’d come home to my mom nagging at me telling me that anthing could happen out there at night and they wouldn’t know and people wouldn’t be able to see me getting jumped or kidnapped.. shed tell me stories about my little sister getting her chain stolen and my father being held up in a bank. M with my confidence up in the ceiling I didn’t tend to even care. Shed tell me to watch out and it would fly right over my head. It started being a constant battle between my mother and I so I started making friends around the neighborhood and told her that I would be at their house and come back and tell her if I were to go anywhere. Now my dad didn’t put up with it so he would not accept it so I always had to gamble on what time to leave depending on what time my father would be home. Now I’m 10 and I’ve gotten in trouble with another kid in the neighborhood my parents being upset with me they had taken away my bike. In return I ran away and stayed at a friends house over night. The day after I saw two officers waiting for me at my house. That only angered my parents even more and for the first time ever I got disciplined in a ways that I never knew existed. After my incident I slowly gained my parents confidence back and slowly I regained my freedom …show more content…
I pulled the strength to get back on my bike and continue riding to my house. As soon as I got home it was 10pm my parents waiting for em they thought I was just running late knowing I went surfing. As I walked in the door I immediately fell to the ground holding my rib cage. My mom scared she screamed and rushed herself to my body holding my head up making sure I was breathing. My father had called the ambulance and came up to me taking my shirt off to see what was wrong. He say my ribs bruised badly getting ice in a bag for me and I curled on the floor. My father knowing I was going to be alright he still couldn’t help but letting a tear out himself. As the ambulance came my dad was the one to go on the ride with me, my mother praying and couldn’t but to weep to God to help her only son. To not let him die. My eyes closed and the next time I had woken I was bandaged up the nurse told me not to move for I had 2 broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder. The docter I was free to go home and for the next year and a half I spent it healing wondering if ill ever get to experience the freedom that I once