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Personal Narrative: How Popcorn Changed My Life
To begin with, when I was a little girl I lived in South Central Los Angeles, California with my two parents whom the names are Arturo Ferreiro and Cynthia Contreras. We all lived in one small pink house with my grandmother named Yolanda Contreras. My parents worked so hard to move from the ghetto. My mother once said to my grandmother “ I don’t want my daughter to distinguish the negativity.” There were so many crimes around our area and honestly, it was dense to walk around the neighborhood without having a doubt that something was going to happen. The helicopters were always around our neighborhood which made our family in danger. In 2004, I attended to a school named 107th Street School and everyday after school, my grandmother would pick me up from school. After a vigorous day at school, my grandmother would ask me “ Leslie do you want popcorn?” I’d respond with “ Yes grandma I’d be really appreciated if you bought me popcorn.” Every time she would ask I’d get excited because we would get closer to the lady with the red shirt across the street, the smell would get stronger. The taste of the popcorn was so delicious because it wasn't just popcorn, but it …show more content…
People who came in and out of my life has taught me to become a better person. There are people who face tough situations which make them a stronger person and I simply admire them because throughout the tough situations they still managed to keep their head up high. In my opinion, I feel like my way of thinking is different from the rest of the people in my generation. Nowadays young boys/girls all they want to do is party, drink/ smoke and have sex with multiple partners. In my eyes that is considered inadequate. I understand that most people want to have fun, but there are consequences that come with it as well, which is why I separate myself from those whose life is

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