Personal Narrative: My Bubble Of Ignorance

I was really ignorant as a young kid. I had no clue on anything that was going on besides the gossip I heard from my friends in vacaville. I call it my Bubble of Ignorance which seemed unbreakable now that I looked back. When I was nine years old my family and I moved to Sweden this was the year everything would change. During this time I attended an international school for children who came from around the world and spoke English. Going to the international school allowed me to meet many new and interesting people from around the world. I made lots of friends during my first year. They were interesting places like France, West Indies, Turkey, Syria, Iraq, Iran, Kurdistan and Switzerland to name a few. Having the wonderful opportunity to
be friends with people of different races, religion and politics burst the bubble of ignorance that had been so prominent my entire childhood. I came to learn that people are people and we all want the same things in life, such as happiness, friends, family, health and a safe place to live. By meeting people from such a varied background opened my eyes to the suffering of others. I had a friend from Pakistan who told me stories of how his family had no clean water, no clean clothes and no safe place they could live. It was amazing to hear how they had escaped their country which was filled with violence and poverty. My compassion grew 10 fold. Because of my positive experiences with people of a variety of backgrounds I became accepting to all people. Because no matter what race or religion you are you should never be treated in any bad way because of that, there’s already so much struggle in this world. Why add to it with hate?