Personal Narrative: How Religion Changed My Life

My first memory involving religion of any kind is when my grandmother was my temporary Sunday school teacher. This memory had absolutely nothing to do with reading the bible or praying or doing anything of that sort. I have no idea why I remember it either. The memory is of about four other kids and me sitting around the Sunday school table while my grandma sang a song about our ancestry and how it didn’t start with monkeys. The song went like this “I’m no kin to the monkey, the monkey’s no kin to me. I don’t know much about his ancestors but mine didn’t swing from a tree!” And it continued to repeat just like that. I will always remember this no matter what. Even now I can remember the exact flow of the song and the sound of my grandma’s voice.
Ever since that move to the new church I have respected God more and found a way to incorporate him in my everyday life. Religion has really made my life more exciting, fun, and happy. If I were given a choice of choosing to become a christian or not I think I would choose to continue to be a christian. Having christianity as my foundation in life has led me to make the absolute best choices for myself. It has helped me stay away from all the things that people my age are tempted with, and I’m okay with that.
Even though I identify myself as a christian, my dad says that he is catholic. I find it interesting that I can see a direct correlation between how he acts and his religious choices. Another interesting thing to look at is that my dad came from a small town in southern mexico. According to indexmundi.com, 82.7% of the mexican population identifies themselves as Catholics. It is really amusing to look at my dad’s culture and religion, and how they intertwine with each