My times in Mexico have been unforgettable. I’ve been there several times, 5 to be exact but there was one time I went that changed the way I view things forever. I was only ten years old at that time but I did not know that I was capable of understanding something of gratitude and gratefulness. Yes, I already understood the idea of thanking people, thanking God for what we are given in this world but to be frank, I didn’t know why. Being raised as a kid, you usually are given what you want but also taught a lesson by parents that you can’t expect to be handed everything. But why? Why can’t we just ask for what we want and just get it? Whats wrong with that? A 10 year old me would be able to tell you why after my trip to Mexico.
The ranches, the mountains were endless, never-ending. There was no internet, no TV and pray there wasn’t a storm because the electricity would be out for 2 weeks. I was ready to go home. I wanted to go home. I missed the comfort of my bed and I definitely only wanted to go back because of bed. Definitely didn’t have to do with being able to watch YouTube and play videos games. I missed my Mom and Dad but I had family here. Family that would not see often for a long time.