Personal Narrative: Changing My Life In Venezuela

Approximately on mid-September of 2004 while living in my hometown in Venezuela when I was almost 7 years old, I was victim of a robbery along with my mom and my brother, as we had just finished doing some grocery shopping at the local supermarket. As a result, our life changed for the bad not only during that day or some after, but even years after it. The fear of losing my life within 10 seconds, seeing how a couple of thieves threatened our lives and ran away with the car my mom had bought with years of effort as well as the mental trauma they had left in us; all those were big enough reasons that consequently made me change the way I perceived strangers and my surroundings from that early age until my adulthood, and not only affecting …show more content…
They improved the general security in the house like locks for the doors and windows, they changed their schedules in order to get to the house during the day time, since it is more secure than the night time to leave or get to your house, as well as being extra alert while being in parking lots or in any place that made them feel uncomfortable and unprotected. Along with the changes on their routine, these were also applied to their parenting methods to my brother and me, as they started to be more careful with us about going out of the house, going out to friend’s meetings or doing regular activities as a part of our routines. They knew and explained to me that like the thieves that did that to us, there were hundreds more outside planning their next attack, so I continued having this fear present in my life, and when even though my family modified the daily routine to improve our security, there might be always a chance to meet these bad guys again, and that is the last situation I would like to experience ever