My Life as an Irish American Girl

On December 21st, 1960, in a hospital in Drodgeda, Ireland, my granny gave birth to a big baby named James Christopher Noel Mullen who weighed ten pounds fourteen ouces. He lived in Dundalk till He was three. Then he moved to Corby, England. His earliest memory is jumping off the arm of the sofa with his freinds. One of his friends gave him a push which made him fall right into the glass cabinet. To this day, He has a scar in different areas of his face. At the age of ten, one of his favorite memories was when he got to visit the U.S Airforce Base in Laken Heath. He got to see the concord that flew twice the speed of sound. Along with military planes and helicoptors.

It was tough leaving all his friends and family behind in Ireland. He only planned on staying in America for a year then move to Austrailia. When he first entered America, He was very homesick. Back 1986, it was dollar-fifty a minute to call Ireland. His parents didn't have a phone so he had to call the Jonny Byres a corner store. His mom had to run up to the store to talk to him. He used to write letters. His first job was was working in Harlem at apartment buildings.

Back in Christmas 1986, his sister Lorraine came to visit from Ireland. He started working there back in August 1986 at the Racket Club a Tennis Cluob in Brooklyn, New York. In January 1987, at the Racket Club in Brooklyn, New York. That's when He met Leisa O'louglin my mom. 

He always ponders what life would be like if he had stayed in Ireland. He likes to think he would be living in a house in the Point Road of Dundalk, Ireland. He has no regrets and loves to visit his family every opportunity he gets.