Personal Narrative : Mistaken Identity

There are many ways One’s identity can be defined. Only you can truly define who you are. You control what your experiences and influences make of you. When asked who am I, there could be millions of different answers depending on what you base your identity off of. To me, the question who am I, can only truly be answered in one way. So, who am I? For me, it’s an easy question. I’ve always known that I was the quiet girl In the back of the classroom by herself.

He looked around, then asked his mom where Dad was. She choked a little before explaining, “Dad’s really busy right now with saving more people, like the men who rescued you.”

"Hey dad. Yeah we're leaving now. Okay see you soon. Love you too, bye." She hung up. "Okay, they're leaving now, we should get

"My mom has her cell phone." Isaac replied. "My house isn't too far from here, my mom can take care of us and let you use her phone."

“Dad? Oh dad I am so glad that you are back home.” Emily screeched in a extremely happy voice.

“Now John go pack your stuff we have to leave when your dad gets home.”

Culture and identity are inextricably linked concepts. Identity is formed by your culture and in turn your identity shapes the respective cultures of the groups you identify with. I belong to many different cultural groups, and my identity is a complex web of competing and conflicting beliefs, experiences, and characteristics. My identity is not only complex, but also dynamic, as the experiences I have change who I am.

The sunlight shining in through my window wakes me up. It illuminates the sunshine yellow walls, somehow making them an even brighter and warmer color. The room is a sunrise, giving a warm and cmforting welcome to each new day. I smile as I get up and tuck my blankets back into the sides of the bed. “Good morning Teddy!” I say kiss the top of my bears head and put him in his spot next to my pillow.

Identity is what I believe the thing that makes up all human beings. Everybody has an identity, some just aren't as brisk to comprehend what it is or what it means. Identity is generally what someone's traits make up and in my case, I believe I am benevolent, venturesome, and optimistic. Some of the qualities I consider myself to have are not what I would have considered myself to be last year. I believe life lessons that someone undergoes can change their identity and the way they come off drastically.

Days pass until I see him make an appearance while I’m fully conscious. By counting the meals he’s left on the nightstand, I’ve determined that I’ve been in here for at least a week.

My Identity connects to my culture because it describes the way I look and the point of view I have on certain topics. My culture is the Native American tribe, Wampanoag and I am also Mexican. I have some facial features and body structures from both sides of the family like: most of my family has brown or black hair, we are taller than the average human, and our faces have an oval shape. Some topics that my family has taught me from both sides of the family is, family always sticks together and always comes first, and If you see bad things going on in the world, always try to help and do whats right. From my Dad’s side of the family, I learned tons about survival skills and on my Mom’s side I learned a lot about traditions. An example from

Aunt Emma stood in the doorway silhouetted by soft light. “Good night all. I’m going to bed. David, will you help me up the stairs?”

My Identity is also set by my behavior, personal characteristics and lastly experiences.The struggles that we face define who we are but it all depends how we overcome them and how we handle it. I have experienced many challenges in my life but It gives me more strength to not stop and keep on moving forward. Also I have experienced negative bias but I learned to control It and focus on the positives things going on in my life. Every single time I fine myself struggling I try to step into someone else shoes and think what they might do to overcome it. Personal characteristics that identify me is my attitude how persistent I am and lastly my discipline.I am a persistent women I don't just give up fast I try to achieve despite all the circumstances

 “Do you want to get something to eat?” she asked Bennett.  “I could call your father and ask him to meet us here”

Stepping down the the ragy beat up old stairs I see everyone on their knees praying for some strange reason so I tried not to make a noise, not even a step later I am shushed and told to go outside. Closing the gigantic door behind me very featherly, I strolled around the 12 and a half acres of property we have, thinking while