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Personal Narrative: Cultural Identity In My Life
Cultural identity has been around since the beginning of time, we just didn’t know it. All of the traits that we have now are from thousands of years ago, when the first humans were brought to this earth. Religion, language, traits, interests, everything. But the three that I want to focus on are music, sports, and religion. I chose those three because they have the most impact in my life, along with a few others, but those are the main three. I’m living my life with at least one of the three all of the time. My parents like to be engaged in my life a lot, so they ask what I listen to, what I’m most interested in, and that also has a big effect on my life because when my parents can relate, I know that a certain trait came from their …show more content…
Which is why I love music so much. I express my emotions, mostly through music. Although I don’t play any instruments, any songs that I can relate with at any period in my life, I listen to. As the lyrics flow through to my ears, I picture a time in my life where I can relate to the song. For example, the song Wild Things by Alessia Cara or Victorious by Panic! At the Disco, I chose to listen to those songs when I feel happy. They give me reassurance that I can be who I want and no one can change that or tell me different. The song gives me confidence to choose my own path. But when I’m feeling down, I listen to slower songs, like Mercy by Shawn Mendes or Grand Piano by Nicki Minaj, because they hold a lot of emotion. Even though they may not talk about the same sadness that I’m feeling in the moment, the emotion is the same, sadness. That’s how I chose my playlists. My father’s side of the family is big on music, so although I may not listen to the same music often, some of the songs I can relax with my family. Another one of my memories was when I was having a family reunion with my family in Chicago, and I was hanging out with my cousins, and we were just listening to music, singing the lyrics, and having a good

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