When I think of America, I think of the American dream. People come to America to change their luck because anyone can make it in America. For me, I think that “making it” in America means the getting the “white picket fence”. The dream is to have a big house, a comfortable amount of money, and a happy family. The idea is that in America anyone can get an education and work their way to the top. Soon they will be commuting from their upper middle class neighborhood in the suburbs in a shiny new car. When I think of America, I think of the postcard picture of the happy home.
