Personal Narrative: My Social Construction

My Social Construction

Growing up as a first-generation Muslim Ethiopian male living in a lower-middle-class society, I had to face plenty of challenges and changes because my parents were new to Canada, and had to work endlessly for me and my two siblings so that we could live a stable life. When I was a kid my family had to move frequently. Since I started going to school I have gone to six different schools and constantly had to create and destroy friendships and every time I went to a new school the challenge I would have to face is people’s comments on how skinny I was. When people told me how skinny I was I got extremely frustrated because I am well aware of my body weight, and I knew my weight was not awful because I was still healthy. Another challenge I

Throughout my life, my family had a massive influence in my life. When I was a kid, I had an immeasurable obsession for automobiles because my dad was a mechanic. My dad worked at a mechanic garage called “Ultramar “that was located across the street from my apartment in Etobicoke, and every day after school, I would go to his garage and play with the mini model cars behind the cash register. I also remember when my dad came home from work and spoke to me about all the cars he fixed before I went to sleep. Another person who had an influence in my life was my mom. The reason why my mother had an influence in my life was because she was never lazy. She taught me how always be productive and finish a job when the task is given. Finally, the last person who had a tremendous influence in my life was my older cousin. My older cousin taught me the game of basketball, which ultimately changed my whole life. The way I treated my everyday life included basketball since the day he taught me it in the third grade. At home, I was always pretending to play basketball, and when I threw out my garbage I would always have to shoot it in the