It was a cold winter day when my family arrived at JFK Airport on December 14, 1979. We were finally here...here to start our new life in the United States of America. I have many fonds memories of my early childhood days growing up in Chile and although I do long to visit my birthplace again, I am thankful to live here. In becoming an adult I realized that my parents had a vision for my siblings and I, they wanted us to have the best possible chances at a prosperous future. America has many faults and flaws, we are far from a perfect. And if there are other places doing things better than we are then we may want to learn from them, tweak our own shortcomings. All in all though, I am happy to be here and happy to be an American. To the next thirty-two years! Maria