My desire to escape the boundaries of Belize began at a young age. I used to watch TV and stare in awe at the vastness of the world. I’d been especially enamored with America.
In the commercials, people were always laughing and smiling. Children enjoyed year-long amusement parks, arcades, and pizza houses. Everything seemed so exciting, so fun.
The slow cadence of Caribbean life had itched my skin. My thirst for the fast life drove me to push farther, break rules, chase a high that I knew wouldn’t last.
I was searching for a substitute to the American experience. It had taken nineteen years but I’d found it.
This was my home now.
My eyes scanned the road before me, filled with vehicles cruising towards exciting destinations. The circle of red and white beams formed a light show of sor
