Personal Narrative: My Small Town Life

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When asked about my roots I have always had two sides to my response, some positive and some negative. As a child born in a close knit community, the level of support and love has always been tremendous. Since I can remember, I have been surrounded with the love and support of many, this is a privilege. The other side of being raised in such a small community is that my opportunities have been limited. Leaving a town like the one I grew up in has always been a troubling thought for me. This town shaped me and transformed me into the person that I am today, it will impact my life forever along with my relationships and viewpoints. Small town living is amazing, I have been strongly impacted by the people and the opinions of the people I have known my whole …show more content…

Leaving my roots behind will be one of the hardest thing to accomplish in my life, but the opportunities that I could take advantage of are not here. My relationships, beliefs, and childhood are very important to me. I will be forced to focus on my future education and I will have to gather the strength to leave, I am lucky to have a place that makes leaving so difficult. I have always very been very strong willed and goal oriented, this will be a major key to my future. I have adopted these two traits from my closest friends and family members to be the best that I can be. I will always be prideful in my community, even when I have to find my own way no matter where my future career and experiences my lead me. My upbringing will be the best memory I have forever. I have been raised into the godly woman I am by many, and that can not be forgotten. My roots define me, and of that I am proud. I would not be who I am today and have the very different traits that I do without my unique community. I am blessed to have been taught by those around me and to have the will to transform myself into something great in my

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