When I was young, I never expected to live such a lit life in America. I was born in Laos which is a small country in the Southern part of Asia. My life was slow and my family didn’t have much. Then one day my mom met my stepdad in a bar and the next thing I knew, we move to America. My first impression of America was that it was way different than where I came from. I saw snow for the first time and never felt something so cold. My early life in America was a struggle, but as I grew up, I started understanding what my purpose was. I went from nothing to having great times with great friends, having cash flow, and riding motorcycles. I met some great people along my life. As I grew up in America, I didn’t understand the language that well so …show more content…
I always wanted to get on the road on two wheels ever since I got my driver’s license. The thing that tip me over the edge, to go out and buy a motorcycle, was motovloggers from Youtube such as Fooligan, Gromie Bear, and CycleCruza. I thought they were so cool with their motorcycle and I really needed to get on the road. After struggling to convince my parents, they finally said sure. I was filled with warmth just at the thought of getting to go the a motorcycle shop made want to explode in joy. One day, my dad told me that he could take me to take my motorcycle temps test so I went with him. Luckily I passed, but I was one wrong question away from failing the test. That means I could go out on the road without any worries. After getting my temps, we went to a motorcycle shop to look for something affordable. I realized that I didn’t want to start on a big bike to make sure I can still enjoy my life and not visit the afterlife, so I decided to buy a scooter. I was so glad that I did because a scooter is all I needed because it has more storage than any sport bike and it’s not too heavy so if I drop it, I won’t be struggling to pick it up. Not to mention it gets 90 miles per gallon and is more than fast enough for the streets. Overall, my life was going so well for me that I decide to treat myself with something that will improve my enjoyment of
I remember the first time I came to America; I was 10 years old. Everything was exciting! From getting into an airplane, to viewing magnificent, huge buildings from a bird’s eye view in the plane. It was truly memorable. After staying few days at my mother’s house, my father and I wanted to see what Dallas looks like. But because my mother was working the whole day, it wasn’t convenient for her to show us the area except only on Sundays. Finally, we went out to the nearby mall with my mother. My father and I were astonished after looking at a variety of stores. But after looking at different stores, we were finally tired and hungry, so we went into McDonald’s. Not being familiar with fast food restaurants, we were curious to try American
I love riding four wheelers. I also love to adventure so I guess you could say my character trait is being adventurous. I’ve been riding my whole life, you think I’m kidding but my mom even rode four wheelers when she was pregnant with me so yeah. I got my very first four wheeler when I was three and I rode it till I was nine, but then I wanted to ride with the big boys or girls or whatever. When I was ten I got Yamaha blaster two hundred. It was my first manual transmission four wheeler. It was also a fixer upper, so I restored it to original condition and learned valuable knowledge along the way. So now I know a lot about four wheelers. When I got done fixing it it was a lot better than before. So I figured I was ready to learn how ride a
In my younger and more vulnerable years, my parents and I immigrated from the Philippines to America in search of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It wasn't until I started maturing did I notice the obstacles I overcame, the accomplishments I achieved, and the objectives I set for myself that significantly contributed towards the achievement of my dream.
In the beginning of September 2005, disappointment and excitement revealed on my face when I boarded the plane to move to the United States of America. The feeling of leaving my families, friends, school, clothes, and culture in Cameroon presented a hardship for me on this journey. Of course, I anticipated this new life because it indicated a fresh start. I envisioned it resembling life in movies, where everything appeared to be simple and life was simply excellent. All things considered, I was heading off to the United States, known for the American dream. To me it meant that everyone is given equal opportunity to prosper, achieve a family, and attain a successful job as long as they are hardworking and determined. I felt exceptionally honored and blessed to have this open door since I realized that it was not provided to everybody. Coming to America denoted my transitioning on the grounds that I deserted my previous lifestyle in Cameroon, began a new chapter in my life once again, and finally became a much grateful individual.
If you live close to your workplace or travel frequently to a friend’s house that is only a short distance away, you have the option to take your vehicle, ride a bike, or walk. Wasting gas for a block or two is not always worth it, riding a bike is effort that most people do not want to deal with, and for many people walking is painful. That is why there are now scooters available. They are easy to use, rechargeable, and fun. As long as you have a desire to play and an ability to balance a little, you could be enjoying your time on a single wheel scooter and skateboards.
I walked around unsteadily all day like a lost baby, far away from its pack. Surrounded by unfamiliar territory and uncomfortable weather, I tried to search for any signs of similarities with my previous country. I roamed around from place to place and moved along with the day, wanting to just get away and go back home. This was my first day in the United States of America.
As a young kid I always loved bikes, cars, and basically anything that can go fast. So when I was seven years old I got to ride my first dirtbike. The dirtbike was our cousins so I rode it as much as I could. When I first saw the dirt bike I was very confused at all the complicated controls and buttons it had. It took me a few hours for my dad to teach me and help me learn how to use every thing. The dirt bike itself was bright yellow with black stripes across it and It reminded me of an old rotten banana but I still liked it anyway. Since I was seven years old I had training wheels which were thick bulky tires that looked older than time itself. Before I got onto the dirt bike I had a helmet and bodysuit to protect me incase I fell or crashed. The helmet was yellow and too big for my head like the bike and the bodysuit was a dark black and way too large for me.
Have you ever felt like a disappointment? No matter how hard you try or how successful you are, at the end of the day you’re still a disappointment. If your answer is yes then welcome to my life, if your answer is no, let you tell you, my friend, you’re blessed. Spending my whole childhood in Serbia was a blessing. Growing up was simple; I had all the friends in the world, I went on adventures kids could only dream of and I wasn’t tied to a screen like many adolescences are nowadays. One of the greatest blessing in my life was my childhood and the freedom I experienced growing up in Serbia, but that blessing came to a quick stop. Moving to United States was one of the most difficult times in my life. I had no friends,
Since I still wanted to make friends, I desperately continued to try to break down the barrier between my peers and I and I slowly began to succeed. As I began making more and more friends, my experience in the U.S. started to become a happier one. Although there were still many things about American culture that I did not understand, I chose to face my fears head on which lead to a more content life. I realized that no matter where you are from, what obstacles you had to face, or what social class you belong to, coming to America gives you an opportunity to build a new and better life for you and your family. The journey to learn this lesson was not an easy one, but I’m glad I learned it.
America was where all my mother's hopes lay. She had come to San Francisco in 1949 after losing everything in China: her mother and father, her home, her first husband, and two daughters, twin baby girls. But she never looked back with regret. Things could get better in so many ways.
At first, my very first experience in the United States is so bored, depressed, and hopeless. It was a new journey for me, I learn a language that I had never learned before, I get bullied just because I am the only one Asian who do not speak English. However, my life has become better when I realized that the “American Dream” is possible. Well, for me, the term “American Dream” is fitting for the one who attends at school, who has confidence and hard work. It might be a dream for my generation but not my parents. I saw my parents struggle to keep my brother and I fed. They worked more than two jobs, just to help us finish our education, paying our rent, and everything. I saw them suffer in tears, to sacrificed their future to let my brother and me to get a better education and opportunities to
“You are going to love America. I promise.” My dad’s words were running through my mind as I tearfully said goodbyes to my grandparents and boarded the flight to New York alone eight years ago, leaving everything I’ve known and loved since birth to be thrown into a completely new environment.
My scooter had teenage mutant ninja turtles pictures on the bottom where the sandpaper is so, I wouldn’t slip. Another thing is that my scooter was really low on the ground so it would drag when I went over speed bumps, so many of the times I used my sisters scooter which was red except the wheels were rubber and it could also be folded. I had one thing to do when I was bored, I used my scooter. This happened because either my friends were grounded because they did something
The first impression i received after stepping my feet on to the American land was of heaven in disguise. The climate, the atmosphere, the surroundings, the lush greenery -evrything had a particular and a unique aura. Even though the people i had to live with then, were not really how i'd have wanted them to be, i could still feel my heart pacing with joy and glee.
It is through the events in the journey of life that shapes and molds who we are as people. As for me, immigrating to America was one of those milestones that have shaped who I am. Those who have had the opportunity of moving from a different country to America know what a privilege it is. I felt the same honor to know that I would be journeying to the land of opportunity. Without hesitance, I spent the last two months packing and making the final preparations before moving to a new continent. Although it was a bittersweet time, leaving my beloved family behind, I knew that I couldn’t resist the treasure that waited for me in the new land. Coming from a developing nation the high level of sophistication that greeted me on arrival to America made feel like I was in paradise.