My Generation: Growing Up In The United States

981 Words2 Pages

In societies day and age, being a teenager can prove to be much more different than previous generations. Before this complicated era of millennials, there was a much simpler generation. A generation with simpler people, and much simpler problems than today. This generation gap has served to create many different conditions from the time my parents were my age. To begin, the houses of which my parents grew up in were greatly contrasted with the houses I was brought up in. When my mother lived in Cuautla, Mexico, she lived in a very small house (practically the size of a shed you would see in a backyard today) that was made of mud and straw. There was no air-conditioner to shield her from the blistering heat, and no heater when the breeze was …show more content…

He was raised in poverty from the day of his birth. His father; incarcerated, and his mother; struggling to make ends meet for their small, two bedroom trailer-home which they lived in. Like my mother, he did not grow up with most of the luxuries I have today. When he was eighteen, he did not have what most would consider today, a necessity: indoor plumbing. He did not have a restroom! Instead, there was a makeshift outhouse in the backyard that they used for digestive purposes, or rather what occurs after digestion. This measly outhouse got filled with bugs and animals or all shapes, colors, and sizes. On one occasion, a snake bit him! How …show more content…

Back when my parents were growing up, there was less of a need to watch your back everywhere you go, or be on the lookout for stalkers, rapists, serial killers, or anything of the sort. This was simply because it was a simpler time, and a simpler place. In their neighborhoods, everyone was friends with each other, and if they were not, they were relatives. There was no need to hold your tongue so that people would not get offended for odd reasons like assuming genders, or being too masculine, because everyone played a role in their little society. In my parents time, the only thing teenagers truly had to fear was the wrath of a belt or chancla when their parents got a hold of

Open Document