Alessandro Spad Personal Narrative In My Family

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My dad, Alessandro Spada, is a first generation Italian in his family who has come to America. All of his family, my nonna, nonno, zio’s and zia’s, still live in Italy. He came to America, got married to an American, got a good job, and had a family of his own. My dad taught me what it was like to be an Italian. When I was a kid, one of my favorite things to do was learn how to speak the Italian language. During car rides with my dad, he would play speaking games with my brother and I, or listen to kids Italian music. To this day, I still remember the song Ufo Robot, and Tarzan lo fa (one of my favorites). Every couple of years, when we can afford it, we go and visit our family in Italy for a couple of weeks. This is always my favorite vacation, …show more content…

Being Italian is a part of who I am, and I’m learning more about my culture every day. My goal in life is to be able to speak fluently in Italian so I can communicate with my Italian relatives easier. In college, I plan on taking Italian to increase my fluency in the language and I would love to study abroad somewhere in Italy. Hopefully, I will be able to fluently talk with my relatives no problem after my experiences and education. After my experience in Italy and watching how life revolves there, I’ve noticed that the bond between Italian families and friends is one of the strongest I have ever seen. Families are always there for each other, in good times and in bad times. Not that American families are not like that, but it’s different with Italian families. For example, most kids live with their parents until they get married in Italy. My uncle, who is twenty-nine, still lives with my nonna and nonno in the house he grew up in. He has his own job and everything, but my nonno and nonna, especially my nonna, baby’s him but that can be because he’s the youngest child. There is nothing wrong about that because it’s what Italian families do. I always have to forewarn my friends when they come over that my family isn’t yelling when they talk, they just naturally talk loud. Everything about my culture makes me who I am today and I wouldn’t want to change that for the