My Journey to California

So as some as you might know, I wasn't born here, I was born in Iran. I was born in Ahvaz, Iran and moved at a very young age due to my parents wanting a better future for me and more freedom. Since at that time America and Iran weren't on the best terms, we decided to first make a stop in Europe since a lot of immigrants like us went there first in order to get to America. 
 I was about three years old when we arrived in Austria, Vienna. Vienna is now kind of a blur for me, but I still remember parts of it like the snow, the huge parks, and using a bunch of maps to get to each metro. We stayed there for about a year and a half exploring and meeting new people. Then, we decided it was time to move to America. 
 My uncle and some other relatives were living in Texas and convinced us to give it a try there to see if we liked it. I went to pre-k there and we stayed for about two years when my other uncle along with my aunt and other family members who were living in California told us how much better it is here in LA and said we would like it a lot better. So once again, we moved, and we came here. That's the story of how I came here to California.  

Spring

So lately the weather has been getting warmer and I've been getting super excited. Spring is my favorite season out of all of them. It's the season that my birthday is in and the weather is absolutely perfect. I love spring clothing and all the color that goes in it. And honestly, being able to go out and wear tank tops and flip flops is one of the best feelings ever.
 Another great thing about spring is the fruit that is harvested around that time. The different berries and watermelon and gojesabz (for the Persians reading this). The days are also longer, which means you have more time to do the things you want and things you have to do (like English homework).  Spring time also means Nowruz which also means money. Okay I'm sorry, but the only good thing about spending 5 hours at a relative's house is the eidi (or the present/money) they give you afterwards. That's all I have to say for this blog post.

Seriously?

So yesterday I went to the park, and no, I'm not going to be talking about my time at the park because no one wants to hear about that. Instead, I'm going to talk about one of the rather disappointing things that I saw there. So I was on the swings and then I saw a little boy who looked about seven years old and chasing his little brother, but he was on a freaking IO HAWK. Now I have absolutely nothing against them, and I think they're one of the coolest things our generation has invented, but the part that really got me the most was how a seven year old was playing tag with his brother at the park WHILE ON THE IO HAWK. 

 It's just really sad how lazy this generation has become that even a little kid would rather get on a machine rather than to physically run. The mother was on her phone taking selfies the entire time and didn't even care. And then it hit me, this is only the beginning.