My Trip Essay

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My life can be divided into two parts, one before my trip to India, and the other one after my trip to India. I traveled to India with my family when I was just twelve years old. It was the very first time I have traveled so far away from home let alone to another country, but that didn’t stop all my excitement. The day before the trip, I packed all my “material things” not knowing that this trip was about to change my life. My trip to India taught me to help others and it also made me thankful for everything I have. My first true Indian experience was right when I got off the plane. Observing my surroundings was the first thing I did when I arrived in India. I quickly realized that this wasn’t anything like America. All the smells and sights of India were completely new to me. We got into a rickshaw and were on our way to my uncle’s house in Mumbai. On the way, we stopped at stoplight and an elderly woman knocked on our window. She was dressed in dirty torn clothes and expressed a face of helplessness. She was one of the millions of Indian beggars asking for money or food. When we left Mumbai, we hopped on a train to go to Pune to visit my cousin. The trip took a one day, which meant I had a whole day to enjoy the views of India on the train. The entire trip my face was glued to the window fascinated by the views of India. Well into the train ride I was shocked by the amount of slums throughout the journey. Passing through the outskirts of the cities slums were everywhere. I was amazed because I have never seen so much poverty in my entire life. I noticed the houses were made out of scrap and wood, nothing like my two story brick house that I live in. This was when I realized this trip would change the way I look at things. Astonished by what I saw, I realized that I shouldn’t take things for granted. Since my trip to India I’ve realized that not everyone is
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