A Little Bit About My Life

Today, I decided to create a Blogger. Let's see how this goes, I am not a writer. In this first post, I am going to talk about my life and my experiences. I was born in South America, in a place called Venezuela. If I tell someone to compare me to a season, they would say summer. Why? well probably because I am tan all the time, and also because I was born surrounded by sunny, breezy, warm weather, and exotic animals and flowers of warm colors like the bird of paradise (my favorite). I like being compared to summer, it is my favorite season. I lived in Venezuela for 12 years, until we got news from my father; we were moving to a place almost the complete opposite of where we lived, the United States. This new place was like a whole different planet for me, and I felt so lost when I came! It has every season, people speak English, which I had no knowledge about whatsoever. Something that impressed me the most was the weather, it wasn't sunny or warm anymore. Thats when I saw snow for the first time and I loved it. I was so excited that I forgot about a bigger challenge I needed to face, school. My first day of school, I can't describe. Walking through the halls felt like walking in a dark cave with a large mouth at the end waiting to devour me, I was so nervous. I just wanted to go home and cry forever. Every night, I had nightmares and could not sleep... I did not want to face another day of school again. But, I had to... I had no other choice. The two sentences that got me through the day were "I do not speak English", and "Can I go to the restroom please?". The second one was my favorite, it was the only one I could use to scape from a class. Finally, I did not have to use those words anymore. I remember the girl sitting in front of me in study hall... She saved me. I remember the word that came out of her mouth "Hola"... What did she just say? Did I understand right? Is this a dream? It was not a dream, she actually spoke Spanish. She became my best friend, and she still is now. After six months, I was more used to the environment and I started to come out of my shell. Before, I did not have the guts to talk to anyone. Today, I am confident, and proud of who I am because I made it out of that experience. I will never forget this experience, and I will continue to tell everyone about it.

My experience is like the life cycle of a Butterfly:

I was first an egg,

Then a caterpillar,

I was in a chrysalys,

When it opened,

I became a buterfly.