England was my cave
We all experience something within our lives that brings great change. Something that had a significant impact to our life, for better or worse. It could be an opportunity for a new life, and to leave part of us behind. For me, the great change of my life is my move from England to Canada. I was born in the city of Manchester, and raised in a town within Manchester called Wigan. England is not seen as a dangerous place to live, however there are some places which can be quite scary to live in. Manchester was in the top 10 for crime and homicide rate in all of England. There were lots of street gangs in the town I lived in. There was always stabbings and shootings, and quite a few deaths. Some parts of the town you were not able to walk through after a certain time because of the gangs. There is a movie called ‘the guvnors’ which shows you what it’s like to be in the areas like ours. There is a lot more to these places than what’s showed in the movie, however. Even after 8 years, there are still a few things that happened that I will never forget.
My parents decided that this is not what they want for me and my brother, and began searching for a new place for a new life. Within the last week or two of being in England, my parents told me we are moving to Canada. Personally, I was 8 and knew nothing of Canada. I thought it was just snow and a huge, north pole kind of place. I didn’t really understand why we had to move. I was happy being there, but much like platos cave, I was only happy because it was the only place I knew. I said goodbye to my friends and family, hoping to see them again someday. Within moments, I was at my home where everything felt right to me, and then I was on a plane going to a place I had no understanding of. When we got here and we found a place to stay, I liked it. I made some friends in my neighborhood and settled in. I was enjoying here, until school started.
School started, and I knew no one. I couldn’t understand anyone and no one seemed to understand me because of my harsh, slang accent. I didn’t feel like I belonged here, and I didn’t feel at home. There wasn’t anything I could do about it other than suck it up. So I just tried to fit in, learned the Canadian accent, and after a couple years, it felt like home. I still didn’t know much or understand anything about Canada yet, but once I got into high school and began to mature, I understood a lot more. To this day, I understand that where I was and what I knew was not the best. Being brought to Canada has definitely brought a better life for me, and given me a better way of seeing the world than how it would have been for me if I stayed in the place I lived in England.