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How did your American story start? Explore stories told by people across America about how their American story started.

My American story started when my husband Jamey and I, in 2010, began traveling to senior communities to share our love for the songs of the 20's, 30's and 40's, performing shows of the music they grew up with. Our performances ended abruptly because of the...
My American story started when I was born hearing to parents who were deaf. I grew up very quickly in spite of my young age. There was always some event or happening that needed to be interpreted-- a funeral, a doctor appointment, a school conference...
My American story started when I stood at Rouses Point, New York with one foot in Canada and the other in the USA. After two weeks crisscrossing the Atlantic our little ship made its first landfall in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada...
My American story started when I realized I was not like most kids. Starting in kindergarten I noticed all these kids being walked into school each day with their dads. I asked my mom, what is a dad? Why don't we have a dad? Being...
My American story started when we arrived to NYC in April 1939 from Hamburg. My father had been arrested by the Gestapo for the crime of being born a Jew . He was taken to Sachenhausen concentration camp on a cold snowy nightthe morning after Kristallnight...
My American story started when I was 44 . I moved across the country from Maine to Arkansas ten months ago. I sold pretty much everything and gave up my long time teaching job. I have no family or friends here, or even close by...
My American story started when I was diagnosed with polio in the epidemic of 1940. The fear and sorrow that many people are experiencing today was very similar. Polio epidemics did not stop until the vaccine was perfected. I have loved over...
My American story started when people sacrificed their lives for a belief. “...we must continue to build the principles of America. We cannot live on past glories. Democracy has a price and it must be paid for, not in dollars and cents...
My American story started when M*A*S*H was the most popular show on TV. When someone lit up Debby Boone's life. When Bicentennial coins came out and Elvis left the building. These aren't my first memories, but they are the ones from which began to spring my...
My American story started when I dragged my parents to the public library to get my own library card in the first grade. From there, I devoured everything by authors near and far. From L.M. Montgomery to Mildred D. Taylor - I found kinship in literature...
My American story started when I was 4 years old. I was living with my dad and my mom. My parents were doing drugs, and I had a sister, me and her went into the system. I was adopted by a family, a mom, a dad...
My American story started when me and my husband celebrating Ramadan with my 13 years old girl with autism. Outside world is everything to her. By knowing due to Coronavirus, she cannot go to mosque for Ramadan and will not be able to pray eid prayer...
My American story started when I moved to Utah in 5th grade. Soon after I moved, I saw how diverse this country was, and realized how much I wanted to be a part of it. In America, our stories are all unique, and anyone can learn...
My American story started when one afternoon in 1983, stepping off the school bus and heading towards home, I heard kids calling out "NIGGER!" as the white male bus driver, silent and unmoved, pulled the lever that closed the door, and slowly merged...
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