My Story

It was a very long journey for me and my mother to get here in the United States. My mom was on her way over here in search for a better life. But mostly it was a better life for me. It was alot of trouble but we made it. My mom talked to me about how we got here last year. She siad that it took us about three or four times for us to get here. Back in those days it was pretty easy to get here. If you got caught they would just take you back. Now its a whole diffrent story. All just because of terrorism. Well anyways. The first time my mom tried to cross the border was with my uncle. She was really nervous but she knew it was for a good cause. We had to cross the river. My uncle put me over his shoulders. And oh yea i was only 1year old while this was happening. We were almost to the other side of the river. Then a couple of white trucks, with green stripes on the side of it, yea it was the border patrol. There was nothing we could do it was either turn back around or get a ride from immagration. So we chose to get a ride.The second attempt was ruined by me. I laughed at that when my mother told me. Well anyways we were traveling with a group of people. We went over a couple of tall hills. The border was in sight distance. All of the sudden we see the border patrol truckws driving by. Everyone got down so they wouldnt see us. they drove away. We kept on walking then out of nowere we herd the trucks again.