I love America, we have our problems but it seems that many are dying to come here. I remember year's ago when the fishermen found that little boy from Cuba, Eilian Gonzales. His Mom and her boyfriend tried to float across the ocean on a tire to come to America. I was so naive, I never imagined anyone that desperate to try to escape their country in such a way. I was born here, even if it's bad there is still hope in America. In my home we weren't allowed to complain about this country, my Mom immigrated here from Sweden with her family when she was young and my Grandparents from Italy. You didn't complain, if you didn't like something you fixed it. Of course my Great Grandparents and my Grandma lived through the depression. My Great Grandma baked and went door to door selling her baked good's to make money. When Regan was on TV and said, Mr. Gorbachev tear down that wall, my Great Grandpa cried. We're fortunate and blessed here no matter who the President is.
I still get Teary eyed when I hear America the beautiful. I love my country.