Personal Narrative: My Trip To Africa

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I am a very fortunate kid. I live in a house, I eat three meals a day, and I get to travel the world. I’m fourteen years and I believe you should never take things for granted. Last Christmas, the Christmas of 2015 my family and I went to Africa. I expected to see houses made out of clay and animals walking around in the town. What I really saw was houses made of whatever they could find, they got to eat once every 3 days, the houses were small and big families tried to fit in all at once. There were flies everywhere and it smelled like old sewage water mixed with rotten eggs. These people had close to nothing and they were happier than most people in the US. On the ride back to the hotel I spilled my soda all over myself and my spirits dropped like that. It wasn’t until that night I realized how much I …show more content…

When we were going back to our camp after a safari we saw kids wearing the tiniest cloths as cloths. They were herding animals and they looked very harsh at first, but then they saw our car coming by and they got all excited. We gave them pieces of candy. After we drove away, I asked why they looked so stern. Our guide said it was because if they lost an animal when they got home they would be whipped. I am so fortunate that my parents don’t get mad when I mess up and I don’t get abused for messing up. I go skating every morning and wake up at five o'clock AM. I went to skating one day and all the girls were talking about an upcoming competition. I asked a close friend/ competitor is she was going. She said no because her family couldn’t afford it. I don’t get to go to many out of state competitions, but when I do my parents go full out. It broke my heart hearing that and I realized that not all people got to go out of state for a weekend just to skate for two minutes and thirty seconds. I felt extremely bad and realized how much of skating and what I get to do with it I took for

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