Personal Narrative-I M Growing Up In Bridgeville

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Growing up in Bridgeville, an average neighborhood, in Pennsylvania, I thought I was sheltered and deprived from other cultures, until I began taking my Early Childhood classes. I quickly learned that in fact I was surrounded by many different cultures. Growing up all the schools in the area were let out around the same time after school all the neighborhood kids would go inside for about an hour but after that one hour the streets would be filled with kids well at least the block I lived on anyway my mom always encouraged me to play outside but not leave the block; children would walk their dogs, ride bikes, play street hockey, skate, swim in yard, and so much more. Today think back there were a lot of white and black families in the neighborhood. I remember one day I wanted to play with my next door neighbor but she was not allowed to come outside because of Passover. Being Catholic and seven years old I didn’t know what it meant I just remember being mad she couldn’t play with me. It makes me kind of sad thinking about this because today you may see a kid here or there around the neighborhood but they are walking and texting and are engulfed in their cellphones and technology. I learned that I was Italian very early on in my life. …show more content…

So I didn’t really feel out of place because of who I was or what my nationality is. However, as you know growing up in a big loud Italian family. I tend to talk very loud and use my hands to explain the boy who lived across the street from me was also Italian and when we would talk on the bus the bus driver always thought that we were fighting and other children would stare to that’s the only time I really remember feeling different and we still joke about this situation today because he is one of my best friends. Isn’t it funny how the world

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