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I jumped a fence swam through a river ate snakes and slept on the hot desert just to get to this country.

There was a cool breeze in the air. The howl of wolfs and shirp of birds cojoined with the sweet melody of an old man's harmonica. The trails converge at the peak of a horizon. The sun settled. As the clock ticked, night came and we rested by the shadow of an oak tree. Those never-ending seconds assured an atmosphere of pain and delirium. Yet the sound of melody victoriously soothe away such physical disorder. A guitar strummed as my hand swiftly moved, a song whisper against fear and desperation. Such beutiful escape from the torments of deportation, the dazzels of ambition, and the unpredictness of death. The music continued while closing the eyes of a child, seuring the arms of a mother, bringing a smile to a father. We were lost people, but lost in rythm.

u definitely should help me revise my paper

Hey anytime except of course when I'm sleeping {or} maybe I'll do it while sleeping.

PS- please use a dark narrative pirate (ish) voice while reading the above passage. Thank you.

I did, I even remember we had to sneak inside a small hut and keep our heads lowered because they might see us, but I snuck a peek outside, go in trouble for it with my mom, but I remember what happened exactly. My family and I were on the side, ready to cross a small current (river), we were placing plastic bags under us so we we would not get wet, Suddenly some lights Flashed, "BOOOM!!!" everyone took off running over the river and I was 4 years old then, I remembered I was so scared I ran the Other way, back to Mexico. I felt the border patrol officer's cold hand on my neck, he almost grabbed me but he missed, the "Coyote" grabbed me and carried me across the river. we were already in U.S. territory.....but I remember it as if it were last night.

wow nayely
i couldn't even imagine what a traumatizing experience that could of been. i admire your courage to be able to write about it. i think i couldn't of been able to recover from that experience.

Well that was when I came, I was 4 years old, Ima turn 19 already so it has become easier for me to talk about it, although I was small the first of my memories were as a child in Mexico. Crossing over I might have left part of what I remember as a happy childhood along the border. Thanks.