Growing up in different cultures is what makes the world as diverse as the animals in the wild. They have different way of survival, different beliefs, different foods they eat, even different languages. My cultural background, as you can plainly see from the title is hispanic. Though many people think we are all the same, I can tell you straight up, that they are plainly and utterly wrong. Some places have similarities, but the differences that we have are what highlight what makes every country special, even within the same country you can find profound differences. El Salvador is my background, the smallest Central-American country, but we have millions of people in the U.S, and thousands more around the world. Being born in the U.S, I have been exposed to Dominican Republic’s, Peru’s, Colombia’s, Puerto Rico’s, Panama’s, Guatemala’s, Honduras’, Venezuela’s, Nicaragua’s, Paraguay’s, Mexico’s, Argentina’s, Costa Rica’s, Uruguay’s, and Brazil’s culture.
I truly felt like everyone is more the same then different, when I was with a group of friends in the train station. I forgot where we were going but we were all tried, and I had to pee. When I have to pee, I have to keep moving, because if I don’t I will piss myself. It’s not pretty, but in conclusion to this story of how my body works; I was dancing in the train station. In my friend’s bag he had portable speakers; they’re made for the ipod. I connected mine because out of all of us, I’m the one with the most dancing music: merengue, salsa, cumbia, and bachata, even duranguense and ranchero (I like Mexican music, it’s bouncy).
I put on my playlist “Dancing,” where I keep all these songs that fit into one of the dancing styles from before. I picked the first song and pressed play. Our little group began dancing in front of everyone at the train station, not caring who was watching, or trying to “cough” to make us stop. I know hispanic people have that stereotype that we dance anywhere and everywhere, that may be true sometimes, but we were all taught not to care what other people think.
“Why live if you live by appearances?” My mom asked me the same day we left my father. I looked up at her, and at the time I didn’t understand her, nor did I want to. I was angry at her for leaving my father. I was angry at my father for pushing us away and being stupid, not trying to stop us when he had the chance. Anyways, what she meant, and I now understand, was: why pretend to be something/someone you aren’t, when you aren’t happy; when no one around you is paying attention to how you really feel.
We danced until the train came, we danced in the train, we danced in another line, in another train, and I ran all the way home. I sprinted for my life with the same group following me, some girls at their own pace, one boy right next to me, and others sprinkled in the path at their own pace. Thank God my mom was home, she opened the door, letting me in and rushing to my bathroom. From the outside you could here me yell “Yes! I made it!”
ahahahahahahahahaa. that's too funny. But your so right, there's no point in living your life by what other people think. its YOUR life, not theirs. (:
ReplyDeleteThis is a really good first entry, its a great way to introduce your blog. I think the "Though many people think we are all the same, I can tell you straight up, that they are plainly and utterly wrong." was a great line. And giving insight to your family history/backround keeps me intrested in your story.
ReplyDeleteWow . I really liked this not only because it was a great intro to your blog but it sounds …… like you.
ReplyDeleteLegit . I was reading it and I can hear your voice saying this && I like how your not fake with this like your telling how you really feel and your letting us know about you.
Aha, I can picture you dancing !
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I agree with you , everyone is basically the same even their race and blah blah blah are different . your post is extremely long . . but i like it (:
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