Personal Narrative: My Growing Up In Mexico
You never have to abandon your culture if you don’t want to.
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When I was growing up as a child I was always told stories from my parents of how growing up in Mexico was, I heard stories of family I never knew I had, and of a childhood I don’t even remember. I moved to the United States when I was 4 years old therefore I honestly don’t even remember what it was to be born in Mexico, to grow up there. I only remember the struggle of having to learn a new language for school and hating the fact that I had an accent and sometimes made fun of for it when I was young. When I was younger I only remember the stories that my mom told me of trips to zoo in Mexico, visiting the capitol, and even visiting an aunt in a village near a volcano. All these …show more content…
I didn’t want to stand out from my friends, I didn’t want to be the weird kid with the accent. So I stopped speaking Spanish with my dad was mean to my mom because she couldn’t speak English like my dad. I firmly declared I wasn’t Mexican because I don’t even remember living there and being told stories wasn’t enough for me anymore, because why do I want to remember a different country and culture when I have a new one here. I got closer to my friends rather than my family, I spent time at friends’ houses rather than mine. My family disapproved of this it went against the family culture that Mexico has, but I could care less if they were unhappy, because I just wanted to fit in. Throughout elementary school I was still proud to say I was from Mexico that I spoke Spanish and happily came to school with the food my mom made me. However, once I was in Middle school it was the exact opposite I didn’t want my mom’s food anymore because it was weird and looked strange. I didn’t want to say I was from Mexico and I refused to speak Spanish unless I was forced to at home. The culture that my family celebrated I wanted nothing to do with because I thought it was stupid and silly. I had a friend who was just like me he came from Mexico but didn’t want to be and then one day I realized that he couldn’t speak Spanish anymore because he stopped speaking it a long time ago.
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When I was growing up as a child I was always told stories from my parents of how growing up in Mexico was, I heard stories of family I never knew I had, and of a childhood I don’t even remember. I moved to the United States when I was 4 years old therefore I honestly don’t even remember what it was to be born in Mexico, to grow up there. I only remember the struggle of having to learn a new language for school and hating the fact that I had an accent and sometimes made fun of for it when I was young. When I was younger I only remember the stories that my mom told me of trips to zoo in Mexico, visiting the capitol, and even visiting an aunt in a village near a volcano. All these …show more content…
I didn’t want to stand out from my friends, I didn’t want to be the weird kid with the accent. So I stopped speaking Spanish with my dad was mean to my mom because she couldn’t speak English like my dad. I firmly declared I wasn’t Mexican because I don’t even remember living there and being told stories wasn’t enough for me anymore, because why do I want to remember a different country and culture when I have a new one here. I got closer to my friends rather than my family, I spent time at friends’ houses rather than mine. My family disapproved of this it went against the family culture that Mexico has, but I could care less if they were unhappy, because I just wanted to fit in. Throughout elementary school I was still proud to say I was from Mexico that I spoke Spanish and happily came to school with the food my mom made me. However, once I was in Middle school it was the exact opposite I didn’t want my mom’s food anymore because it was weird and looked strange. I didn’t want to say I was from Mexico and I refused to speak Spanish unless I was forced to at home. The culture that my family celebrated I wanted nothing to do with because I thought it was stupid and silly. I had a friend who was just like me he came from Mexico but didn’t want to be and then one day I realized that he couldn’t speak Spanish anymore because he stopped speaking it a long time ago.