Essay about Developing My Identity

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From day one of my life, I had begun to establish my own identity, or at least that’s what I get out of the stories that get repeated at family events when they talk about “back in the day”. From day one of my life, I was exposed to many different cultures and races. I guess you could say I am one of the more fortunate people who found themselves early on in life and knew exactly what I wanted to do. Many people my age have no idea who they are (identity problems) and have no idea where there life is headed. I feel sorry for these people for not being as fortunate as I, but like previously stated, I was very fortunate when being brought up. The first year of my life, I lived in my grandparent’s house in the Bloomfield…show more content…
Being exposed to the high-class area regularly, there was no way to avoid cultural, race, etc., differences. In fact, the only true white family on the street was the family of Bob Seger. Across the street was a black family, and to either sides, both Jewish families. I remember playing with the kids of these families when visiting the grandparents. The two Jewish families felt I was quite the mannered young man compared to there children my age, as they were brought up as spoiled brats having all that money and living there. Around Christmas time though, I was quite puzzled, because id go over there, and always ask where the Christmas tree and all the presents were. They tried explaining to me there customs, but at such a young age it did nothing but confuse me. It always made me think of the families as being quite odd until I grew older and started to understand. The black family was kind of like that of Nathan McCall’s family. Nathan McCall writes about growing up and being the only one in his family to go to an all white school and the torture it was. That’s how I remember the kids in the black family being. They were in a majority white area and they all went to the same private school, Cranbrook, and when I came around, they’d ask me how come I didn’t refer to them as “nigger” or why I was so nice and not one bit mean. Nathan McCall states in his story that “Whenever we were going to a restaurant or other public places
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