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My American story started when I was in first grade singing “My Country Tis of Thee.” My teacher explained to us what the words meant. I believed her. This was my country. “Sweet land of liberty...” We were on Our land where we could live according...
My American story started when I decided that I wanted to change the world for the better. As I got older, I saw all of these problems in the world and humans being mistreated because of things they can't change. I want things to change to...
My American story started when I realized what it means to “be an American”. I am Native American, an enrolled Citizen Potawatomi Nation (CPN) tribal member with dual national citizenship (USA & CPN) living in the “North Country”, in Vermont. It is here in Vermont that...
My American story started when My American story started on my first day of school. When I first came to my school, I didn't know anybody. I did not know anything. I worked hard. It was very hard to do my homework because I was a...
My American story started when we arrived at SFO in January 1984 as brand new immigrants - almost broke! We (my wife and I) were both professionals but employment and accommodation were a problem - as was driving (on the right side of the road!). We...
My American story started when my parents, sister, and I, along with about 100 other Hungarian refugee families sailed past the Statue of Liberty, on January 31, 1957, in a small, moth-balled WWII army carrier. In truth, it began a week earlier, when we first boarded...
My American story started when my Grandmother said to me, in her Pike Township Indiana Kitchen, “Now, Rodney, always get into the recesses of the bowl. That's where all the good stuffs hangin' out”.
My American story started when my mother and I arrived in New York City in 1957, as immigrants from Colombia. I was 12 years old, did not speak a word of English, and had spent most of my schooling in Catholic boarding schools. However, I was...
My American story started when my father took me to a fourth of July picnic at the park near our home in Hayward, CA. Every year. We would walk over in the morning for a pancake breakfast. Come back later in the afternoon for a hot...