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Ever had one of those days when you had to take a risk and you were completely scared to death? Back in the year 1999 I was about 5 years old when my mom and I came to the United States to live with my dad here in Oceanside. That trip or adventure completely changed me because I started a new, better life in California. I learned that in life you have to take risks and whatever happens, it happens for a reason. This experience meant a lot to me because it made me realize many things in life.

            “Que cres mija?” my dad asked me in an excited voice on the whit, cordless telephone. I send you and your mom enough money for you guys to come buy tickets to come to “el Norte”. “De Verdad!” I said. “Si mija vas a venire a verme”. I was very excited, happy, and glad basically every emotion there is in this round planet. The next day we went to the airport and go buy tickets with the money my dad sent us. “Tenemos que irons el martes” my said. “My gosh we have to leave this Tuesday wow” I said, so we got he and started packing up or clothes.

            It was about 3:00 in the morning when my woke me up and said” Mija wake up we have to go hurry get dressed so I can do your hair”. I got dressed and when I was done my mom did this pony tail with this bright red ribbon that she put on to hold it. My uncle came in his green car to come and pick us so he can take us to the airport. We said our goodbyes to our family, but then all of a sudden my grandma starting bursting into tears and then everybody too. It was like they can make a river with tem tears, but it was very sad watching them cry. We had to leave so my mom and I gave the family a big huge hug like the kind of hugs you would give to a fluffy, furry teddy bear.

            “Please buckle your seat belts we are about to take off” the women with allot of make up said. After about six hours in that suffocated airplane we finally arrive in Tijuana, Mexico. There was this short skinny woman with reddish hair waiting for us outside the airport. “Hola como estan, como les fue el buelo” she said. I felt so awkward because I didn’t even know that lady, but she knew me. We left to the airport and went to her house, which was about 30 minutes away. I was so confused because I didn’t know what was going on at that time.  So many questions kept on going in my mind like “who is that lady”, “where’s my dad, “why are we going to stay at that lady’s house”, but finally my mom explained everything. She also told me that we had to cross the border illegally. I was in shock because if the border patrol people caught me and my mom they would take me and my mom back to Mexico.

            About one week passed and I had to remember this false information just in case they me any questions in the border line. It was all very confusing, but also very risky and at first I really didn’t want to do it because I was really scared. The time finally came and it was a dark foggy night, when two people came to pick me up. While those two peoples were driving I kept on thinking what if they catch me, how is mom going to get to Oceanside. While we were waiting to get to the border line I fell asleep, so I really didn’t get to see how we got across. By the time I woke up we were in the freeway heading to my dad in Oceanside and about like an in our we arrived. I saw my dad, uncle, aunt and my cousin out there waiting for me in the cold and foggy night. I got out of the car and  went to straight to him to give him a hug after 2 years that I haven’t seen him. About five days passed and my mom finally came, so know we were together again.

In this experience I learned so many things like to be strong no matter what the situation might be. Also that in life you have to take risks and whatever the outcome id either good or bad it happened for a reason. It changed my life completely because I made new friends and now I have papers so right know I am a resident of the United States. When I look back I say how lucky I am that I dint get caught or anything. Life is full of surprises good and bad you just have to know how to handle them and deal with them no matter what.

I think hunting is bad but then I think hunting is good. The reason I think hunting is bad because they kill the animals for fur coats and stuff like that and it’s not really necessary to wear fur coats. Plus they just kill innocent animals that are just minding there own business and the people just kill them. In some cases people who hunt don’t really care if they are killing animals so that’s why in that case its bad hunting. On the other hand I also think hunting is good because some animals that they kill we eat I guess and some people hunt for good not bad. So in a good way hunting is okay if u just do it for fun then it isn’t that bad. In some cases people who hunt don’t really care if they are killing animals so that’s why its bad hunting. Hunting is fun and all but killing animals just because you feel like it and doing it for a wrong reason then that’s bad. So in conclusion hunting is bad and good, but it also depends why you are you hunting and how you are hunting.