I was not thinking about one day that I should leave Vietnam and come to American to live. When I was in school, and that has happened to me on the September, 2010. My family had to move to U.S. to live with my grandparents. I have studied and worked in America for more than 4 years. Now, I still remember the first time that I came to U.S., and I was 18 years old when I came to America. After more than 15 hours travel from Vietnam, my family has arrived to the U.S airport. It was 5.00 PM in the afternoon. Everyone was tired, but I still wonder and excited with new country. I look around the airport, I saw too many people speak different language. I saw a man grab a big bread with the meat inside and I thought it's Vietnamese sandwich but I realize that is not look like the bread I normal eat in Vietnam. Everything is fabulous and wonderful to me, and I was excited how my life in United State. For the first time came to America, people must submit personal document to get in America. A police officer came to my family and asked us about the document that we must submit but I misunderstood, and just say "No" to him. He understood that we don't know English, He used his hand pointing us to his office and told us following him. At this point my family was scared because we don't know what we do wrong and why he told us following him. We arrived to his office , there is a Vietnamese lady who work at this office, told us to show the document. After that, my family can get out the airport. My parents still worry about what was happen and keep asking about that. Next day, I wanted to go out and tried to met my neighbors. I thought it should be like in Vietnam where everybody in every house went out every morning and make fun conversation. I was shocked because I couldn't see even a person except me on the street, and I barely saw a car driving around my house area. I look around one turn, It seems like no one live here, it was so quiet