Professor Schmitt
PSY 231
When I was little I waited for that moment my mom would take me to her country for the first time. I was eight years old the first time I got to go to El Salvador. My first week there was spent outside playing with the other girls and boys. One of the girls, perhaps 2 years older than I, invited me to her house. I walked in and before she could go out and play she had to do chores just like any other kid my age. I stood there bewildered on how much she already knew how to do.