Narrative - Culture of Ireland.

In the United Kingdom, there is a place called Ireland. I am an Irish-American woman, who was born in Manhattan, New York in the year 1919. Both of my parents were born in County Sligo, Ireland. After less than a year of being alive, I moved to Ireland with my parents and siblings. Growing up, I lived on a farm in County Sligo. While living in Ireland, British people were invading Ireland. My family and I tried to escape Ireland by getting on a train, but this was not a success as the British soldiers took over the train and kicked us out. They then led us to the woods and left us there. We started to wander around the woods and attempt to find our way out, when Irish men saved us and led us in the right direction. I was a baby, so one of the men carried me while my mother and father held my other siblings.
On the date of March 17th, we celebrate a holiday called St. Patrick's Day. On this day, we eat potatoes, corn beef, and cabbage. Growing up, my family told me that St. Patrick was a man who got all of the snakes out of Ireland, and so we celebrate a day dedicated to him. Every year, no matter what, I wear the color green to symbolize my Irish heritage.
In Ireland, people speak English. However, along with speaking English, some people speak a language called "Gaelic" as well. I can say few words in this language. I am a Roman Catholic, so I can say a prayer in Gaelic.
A food people in Ireland frequently eat is potatoes. Potatoes are the main crop in Ireland. The potato famine started in the year 1845 and lasted for some years. What occurred was the potato crops were no good anymore due to some sort of fungus. This killed many Irish citizens, as they died of starvation because they relied so much on the potato crop for food. I was not alive during this time and living in Ireland, but my Grandmother was.