In my family I never have been told typical folktales, but my parents always share their experiences of coming to the United States and starting a whole new life. I would consider these experiences as a form of folktale. I am sure that I will share these stories with future generations of my family. My family has always been the type to talk about where they come from. They tell me how it was to come to this country and the struggles they had to endure. My father tells me how he left his home at the age of twenty and traveled throughout Central America trying to make a living and better his life. He was involved in commercial trading and because of all the traveling he went though a lot of different experiences. Going from country to country to make a few dollars are memories that he will never forget. He lost countless friends to the Civil War in El Salvador and almost lost his own life. He reminds me that God helped him throughout all his struggles and because of God he was able to make it as far as he has. He started his life in the United States in California, but saw opportunities in New York to make a living and eventually a family. He constantly tells me that God was the one that continued guiding him throughout the course of his life. Starting his life in New York was very difficult because it was so much different then his life back home. He tells me the first time he saw snow and how such a simple thing as snow really astonished him. This is a story that has been told to my brother and myself. And will probably be continued told to other generations because my parents were the ones who gave me the opportunity to grow up in the United States and I now have the opportunity to achieve amazing things.