Devont E Holloway's A Dialogue On Personal Identity

When I think of my childhood and my mother, I immediately think about the kind of learning processes that I have been through. Some of my learning experiences have been very Pavlovian in nature, when I would learn to associate certain sounds and expressions with different events and proceedings. Other times, I have been acutely aware of the reinforcement theories - such as those used by Skinner - which my mother used to use on me to make me learn things. For example, I remember that I would get a rap on the back of my hand for touching the electric cable that would hang from the electric iron. When this happened a few times, I would then never touch the iron since I knew that my mother would hit my hand and I did not want to avoid the pain
of being hit again.
I think all of these things that my mother did with me ended up in making up the personality and the identity that I have today. I am becoming a good man.
My personal identity is being developed. According to Devont’e Holloway, devoloping identity can be divided into three areas, the body, the memory and the soul. Devont’e Holloway’s “A Dialogue on Personal Identity and Immortality” discusses these aspects of personal identity and these three parts of the 'self'. I feel that I am also in touch with these realities of my own identity. I know that the body that I have is the same one that I have always possessed. It has changed considerable since I was born but it is still the same body. I remember looking at myself when I was a little child and wondering how long would be till I can be tall enough to look in the mirror without having to stand up on a stool and how I would look when I grow up. Now that I am grown up and I look at myself in the mirror, I wonder exactly how I must have looked to
myself when I was a little child. I forgot what I look like over time. It is all so strange that a person wants to grow up so quickly when one is a child but then wants to stay young forever when an adult. I wish I was still a litte kid so I could play with my brother and sister. We loved playing hide go seek. I was always it. The memory of playing with them floods my soul with happiness. Sometimes, I end up wishing that I was a child again so that I do not have to do all the things that I have to do as a man. When I was a child I did not like to work or do anything I did not want to do. No that I am older I can be a good young man, get a good get a good job with a salary and pursue my dream home. With that salary, I can go purchase a three bedroom and two bathroom home. Sometimes I wish that I could just run back into time and become the irresponsible, simple little boy that I used to be happy as I made my mind up to be.
In conclusion, as I bring all my thoughts together to close, the process of my personal identity development started with my mom raising me in the right way by punishing me as I learned by trial and error to make the right choice and to not do the wrong thing.
Mom would send me to my room to think about what I had done and the choices that I
made.