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In 2001 my grandmother put me and my uncle on a flight to Dallas, Tx. Our route was Zambia, Zimbabwe, London and then finally Dallas. At the time I was 10 years old and my uncle was 13. I had no clue what was to come, all I remember seeing is my grandmother selling everything from the couch, to the very bed she laid on at night. This was in order to buy us tickets to travel to America where dreams came true, the land of the free, home of the brave and most importantly the land of many opportunities. This trip was long but the excitement of what was to come made us forget about the 48 hour flight. We watched Pearl harbor with Cuba Gooding jr on the plane and all I could think about was all the bombing, i never understood who these men were i these suits and I was traumatized at how he lost his leg. I never understood that they was a difference between white and black. I asked my uncle why the treated him differently and he responded because his black. That movie ended we switched flights we were in London and I soon as we stepped off the plane, the coldest frosty air hit my face. I had never felt this type of cold before. I was used to our usual 70 to 75 degree weather in Zambia. We were out onto the next flight heading to America. It was time for another movie. We watched fox and the hound, fell asleep, woke up, ate more peanuts. Amazed by all the people surrounding us and at the time I was shy to speak so I let my uncle do everything. We decided to watch another movie this time we decided on Antwone FIsher. I could not understand why his auntie was so abusive towards him. I felt for him, my heart sunk everytime something happened to him. My favorite part was when he finally found love and found someone he could confide and, someone who loved him for him. Flight attendant announces "ladies and gentleman we are now approaching Dallas Fort Worth international airport" my heart skipped a beat. All kinds of thoughts ran through my mind but the loudest one was what my grandmother was doing and where she was. We were recieved by an aunt who lived in Dallas and it was nice to rekindle, reunite and catch up. We sat in the living room for over 2 hours as she asked us about our flight and what all we saw. The next day we were to register for school. I was in elementary and my uncle in junior high so I had no one to look after me, I was on my own. We walked into the door of Forest Lane Academy and it was squicky clean. The floors were super clean and all you could hear was the bottom of your shoes squeaking in them. The hallway was full of red lockers and I had never seen those before. We walked Into the front office and met the principle who sparked conversation instantly. What country are you from? Double you speak English there? To his surprise I responded "yes sir we do, english is mandatory in the schools back home we are not allowed to speak in our native tongues or even in venacular." He was amused at the vocabulary coming out of my mouth, he placed me in Mr. Maddox class. I Walked Inn and it was silent, everyone was looking at me, trying to figure where on Earth I came from. Hello everyone this is Nakamba she is your new class.ate so everyone be nice, show her around and show your team spirit and make me proud. The principle walks away. I was asked to share a little about myself. Well I just came from Lusaka, Zambia I'm 10 and glad to have this opportunity to have free education . Some of the student understood my accent and some did not. I heard a few "whats" and what not but I understood that I was in a different kind of person, in a different world and I had to adjust.