Personal Narrative: How California Has Affected My Life

When I was ten years old, my parents told me we were moving the California. I was absolutely thrilled. California was purely an abstract and conceptual mirage-type of place, too far away to know where it was, and too far away to really understand. The magical land of celebrities, skyscrapers and colossal burgers. A place where everything was possible, where dreams could actually become true, and where you had the ability to do what you wanted and be happy. This naive and unrealistic vision of California has affected my childhood so much that it is, in many aspects, still is part of me today. I discover new things everyday about this place with the same childish enthusiasm that I did the first day I arrived. I still gasp everytime I see the Hollywood sign, enjoy going to `the overly touristic Santa Monica pier, and give anything for a good Pink’s hot dog.
I enjoy it everyday twice as much as I did the day before, and attending a college from the UC branch would be my ultimate goal, a path that would allow me to continue my ongoing discovery of the Golden State. With a multicultural background, having been taught in Spanish, French and French- American International schools, and fluently speaking these three languages, I have the opportunity to attend many universities in Europe. However; my attraction towards this state has led me to ultimately choose the UC’s as my college destination, where I would not only be an enthusiastic component, but a multicultural academic