Mexico Personal Narrative

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Prompt 1: Mexico As soon as I walked across the border I felt the a change in the atmosphere. As if it were a different world, but in reality I would only have to walk a few step backwards and I would be in the USA. I looked around with wide eyes, there were mothers sitting with their children on their laps begging for money, and little children walking around trying to sell the items they had made earlier. My first trip to Mexico is what opened my eyes to poverty and pain in the world Granted I already knew that there was poverty and pain, I had just never experienced it in this magnitude. Mexico changed my identity and the way I think about things. When I was fourteen I went on my first mission trip to Camalu, Mexico. I was amazed by how poor these people were, but they still seemed happier than I. That confused me beyond belief; I was an American teenager with all these electronics and other materialistic things. I had a house with four walls, a roof, and clean floors. I had everything that I ever thought I could want, but still they…show more content…
I felt free and alive for the first time in my life. The people’s attitudes were contagious; I felt as if I had lived there my whole life. I began joking with the teenage boys in broken spanish, Baby sitting the cute little children, staying up late in the night playing soccer with all the kids, going fishing on a boat to help catch the fish for that day’s dinner, and riding in the back of a truck to get ice cream for the guys that were laying concrete. It was so much fun,but in between the fun we worked: we painted the church building to make it look more spacious. One of the teenage boys, Denzel, thought it would be funny to stick his hand in the paint then rub it all over my shirt, this in turn started a paint war. We built beds and tables for the families of the church. We built a playground that the little children could not wait to play
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