Personal Narrative: American Citizens
When I was 4 years old, I traveled to the Philippines with my parents, as my Dad wanted to experience working overseas at one of his organization's partners. We stayed in a city, Cabanatuan, and while my parents were working, the woman across the street babysat me. In our free time, we traveled around the country and saw many sights, including an active volcano that was steaming. One of the most fascinating parts of the trip, though, was learning about the culture. So many of the younger kids had never seen a boy with blond hair before, and women at the mall always wanted to touch my skin and hair.
Looking back, I realize we, American Citizens, have the opportunity to experience other cultures. I have met Indians, British, Australians, Japanese, Arab, and French people in America, and yet the Filipinos were …show more content…
I was excited to have others to play with, so I gave them each one of my toy cars. They seemed fascinated by these cars that were metal, and that I had a bag full of them. We played with them for a while, and then they left.
At the time, I didn’t think much of it. But now, I realize how these kids may never have had a quality toy car. I know that many things sold there were low-quality, based on an experience I had buying a different toy. I think many of us take these things for granted, like the toy cars, that in other places of the world would be precious. This is another gift from America - the ability to take things for granted.
]My babysitter’s son’s name was TogTog, and he was my age. With the money that we payed his mother to babysit me, she bought him his first bicycle. It had plastic wheels, and was cheaply made, but was a bike nonetheless. I can still remember to this day what it looked like- pink tires with a yellow frame and black seat. This is probably the most important gift America has given to my generation - the ability to make someone else
Looking back, I realize we, American Citizens, have the opportunity to experience other cultures. I have met Indians, British, Australians, Japanese, Arab, and French people in America, and yet the Filipinos were …show more content…
I was excited to have others to play with, so I gave them each one of my toy cars. They seemed fascinated by these cars that were metal, and that I had a bag full of them. We played with them for a while, and then they left.
At the time, I didn’t think much of it. But now, I realize how these kids may never have had a quality toy car. I know that many things sold there were low-quality, based on an experience I had buying a different toy. I think many of us take these things for granted, like the toy cars, that in other places of the world would be precious. This is another gift from America - the ability to take things for granted.
]My babysitter’s son’s name was TogTog, and he was my age. With the money that we payed his mother to babysit me, she bought him his first bicycle. It had plastic wheels, and was cheaply made, but was a bike nonetheless. I can still remember to this day what it looked like- pink tires with a yellow frame and black seat. This is probably the most important gift America has given to my generation - the ability to make someone else