Symbolism and Significance of the American Flag

I am the flag of the United States of America. Many of you see me on flagpoles flying high up in the sky. My mother, Betsy Ross, stitched me together with 13 white stars and 13 red and white stripes in the 1700’s. She made me to show the pride and freedom of all those who live in the United States. I represent those who have died, those who are living, and those who are soon to come.

Even though I am a flag that many people look up to I still have my own heroes. No my heroes are not Superman and Batman; they are all of the military and ex-military men and women in the United States. About forty-two million people have died fighting to keep me as your flag. Not a second goes by without me thinking of and thanking them for giving their lives for my country and me.

No one will ever know the emotion I feel everyday when people all across the United States look

up at me with his or her hands on their hearts and say the same tribute of praise to me. I cannot help but feel humbled when I am draped over the casket of a deceased warrior that fought to keep me flying high and proud. When one of my heroes dies I am laid across the top of their casket. After I am folded thirteen times representing something important in U.S. history. I am then given to the closest loved one of the deceased military person.
Throughout the years I have experienced many physical changes. When I was made I only had 13 stars and 13 stripes. Now you see me with 50 stars and 13 stripes. My stars represent the states in the U.S. and my stripes stand for the 13 original colonies. The stars are for the heavens above and the goal all the people of the United States all have in common.
That one goal is true freedom.

Since the very beginning of our country you all had wanted freedom. I was stitched together to show your freedom. It is a big responsibility and I am glad that I was chosen to show this freedom. Although everyone in our country believes and wants the freedom I represent, some disrespect me in many painful ways.

When I am burned and laughed at a little bit of me dies along with it. No matter how hard I try I will never forget the times I have been mocked and torn to pieces by people from other countries and some from our own. Almost every single country has a flag like me so why do they always disrespect me. I mean just imagine all those people honoring and believing in you throughout their lives and then being beat and burned by the others.

Being the flag is a huge responsibility and I take it very seriously every single day of my life. I am very glad Betsy Ross chose me to represent all the good and the bad people in the United States of America. I would greatly appreciate if nobody would burn, rip, and mock me anymore. I cannot wait to represent the future the United States

has.