My Experience In Cambodia

At five years old, I flew around the world to Cambodia. My parents and I were adding a 9 month old, Phallany to our family. Cambodia is a third-world country slightly larger than Florida. My mother must have forgotten to inform me that the comfortable America middle-class I had always known was far different from here; it was a culture shock for me. However, the third world country opened my eyes and heart to the people that have a less privileged life that mine.

With the hot sun beating down, we piled into a run down car, and headed straight to orphanage. The orphanage was a small dark, run down house; it wasn’t a proper place for children to grow up in. The children there had next to no clothes and straw mats for bedding. My baby sister

I had once seen a man riding a bike with a basket packed full of piglets, going about life as if its normal, yet I was thrilled to see piggy no matter the state of living. There were market workers who would sleep out in the sun with a worn out stand fan. I’m surprise they found room to sleep because shops always felt crowd with merchandise and no people. During one trip to the market we bought several baskets full of lollipops and bread. We had gotten them for the orphanage, who were thankful to have some bread and the kids who loved the lollipops. One little boy had put is blue raspberry lollipop inside the bread, staining the loaf blue. They were so happy to have something the kids get in bulk on Halloween. On another note, our driver would pick us up, covered in sweat yet the car would be blasting cool air. It turned out he would only turn it on for when we go in the car. I thought it was because we were special, but now I realize that it had more to do with different

However, now I know it was a treat, getting to understand that others don’t have what I have, yet they can be more caring, giving and understanding. At this age, I want to make differences around the world. I want to give others chances I got. I started doing what I can my junior-senior year. I spend on and off going to soup kitchen. It reminds me of how I am lucky to have, Cambodia helps remind me to open my heart more to those around us, weather its their situation, lack of money, or time anything to help can be useful. I think that everyone needs to visit somewhere like a third world