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Personal Narrative: My Environment
I was born in Atlanta, Georgia, but I was raised in Gonzales, Tamaulipas, Mexico. As long as I remember my child hood was amazing, sometimes I wish I could go back in time to relive those moments with my cousins, friends and family. My environment was really poor, I remember my grandparents had a lot of pigs, cows, sheep, hens and horses. My cousins and I would always play with the pigs, we would chase them, feed them, only one time we all played with them in the mud and took them a shower. We would also help my grandparents feed the rest of the animals. My grandparents had a big house so there was always work to do like water the plants, wash dishes, clean the living room etc. My house was just a block away and in the same block that I lived also …show more content…
So I really never played with toys or dolls, back then my favorite thing to do was ride horses, chase pigs and play with all type of animals. My parent and grand parents always taught us to be humble and respect other people no matter who it was. My grandpa always told us “never forget where you come from” these words have made me the person I am today because all my life I have treated everyone equally and with the respect they deserve and also because in my opinion we are all equal. I admire the words my grandpa would always tell us because he is the person I most love and admire, and it also helps me appreciate everything that my parents to for my brother and I, because I know they do it with all their hard work to get to where we all are
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