Personal Narrative: Living In America

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Everyday I get to come home to the fresh smell of homemade food of which my mom cooks. I get to wake up to the bright sun in the morning and the fresh breeze that flows through my long hair. I get to see the mountain view from my bedroom that glows in the distance. I get to go to school and have the opportunity to learn and meet new friends. I get to have a phone that allows me to look up anything that I wish and have answers within seconds. These are things that many people do not think about in America and people don’t realize how many things we take for granted. A few summers ago I went to the Philippines which is where my mom's family is from. This is the moment where I realized how lucky I was to live in America. I have never seen nothing …show more content…

Brown water filled with trash surrounded people's houses. It was quite odd to see people washing themselves and their clothes in their own drinking water. Not only was there trash everywhere, but there was stray dogs and cats with diseases wandering the city. I have always loved animals and to see this made me heart broken. This one dog had his ribs poking out of his skin and black spots covered his body which looked like it was flees. I fed the dog a part of a chicken and he ate the whole thing and even swallowed the bone. Usually dogs in America would not eat a whole bone but these dogs were starving and dying. Further, the houses were like little wooden shacks. They looked like they were about ready to fall over and the wood looked like it was rotting. The roof of the house was a flimsy piece of metal that wouldn’t keep rain out very well. The people still had smiles on their faces while they wash their clothes in the murky water. These people are happy and they don’t have anything. One day in the Philippines I was sitting in a taxi and I hear this tapping noise on the window. I kind of freaked out because it was creepy to just turn around and see someone knocking on your window while you're sitting in …show more content…

When I saw the horrible environmental conditions I wanted to become a wildlife biologist because I truly care about the animals in our world like the poor cats and dogs I saw. I have always had a passion for the environment and I think our own country could even see improvement in the environment. This experience has changed my view on life and has taught me to be thankful for this life I

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