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Anthropological Analysis

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I Am an Anthropologist I am an anthropologist. I always knew it and I always felt it; I just didn’t know what to call it. I didn’t even realize I had been raised to be one until I started self-reflecting for this paper and I realized that even as a small child I had a deep curiosity for what was, is, will be, and why. I used to pick a random spot and wonder what was there in the old days and I would often pick up a stick and start digging with the hope that I would make some magical find, and I often did. Most of the time these finds were nothing more than a few coins, rusted lids, and pull tabs from old beer cans, but every once in a while, I would find a real treasure like a bone or an arrowhead. It never really mattered what I found because …show more content…

It seemed like almost every weekend we were going on a road trip somewhere in Oregon or Washington to see old things. We would hike along the Barlow Road and other parts of the Oregon Trail and look for signs of the past such as wheel ruts, broken pieces of wagons, and unnamed grave markers while listening to my dad talk about the history of the area that he had read in some book. We would also explore areas throughout the Columbia Gorge and find pictographs, petroglyphs, and the occasional arrowhead. Theses explorations through the Gorge always fascinated me the most, especially when my parents would tell me stories about the rock art, caves, and things they would find before everything was flooded by the Dalles Dam. I always wished there was a way I could see the things they had …show more content…

He taught me to respect everyone and to never judge someone else because they look, act, or believe differently than I do and to never think I’m better than someone else because their skin is a different color or they speak a different language. I was about eight years old when he told me that and I remember being confused because that was the first time I remember skin color ever being brought up. I guess my friends and I must have realized we had different skin colors, but I don’t remember it ever coming up in conversation. We must have been color blind. Our innocent blindness was about to fade

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