Reflection Paper

I am an American Born Citizen but if you ask me what am I; I will tell you that I am Jamaican. Only because that’s where my family is from and I have been brought up in that particular culture. Through my life I was able to embrace my roots. If you ask people where they from, chances are they will tell you. My Mother, Grandmother, and Grandfather raised me within the suburbs of Windsor, Connecticut. Windsor was a very small middle class town with lots of diversity. Living here, your household was already considered to be middle class from neighboring towns/cities such as Hartford, Bloomfield, Windsor locks, etc. Every experience that I have encountered being a middle class being I considered it to be the norm and expected everyone to do it to. Within our town there is races such as Whites, Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, etc., but mostly white. I lived here all my life and probably plan to stay here, as I get older. Being that my town is diverse the color of your skin to me wasn’t something that was brought to awareness. Typically, everybody within school got along with each other and had cliques maintaining multiple races. The only difference that was shown was groups of interest of sports or hobbies. Race was never took into

I’ve grown in a Christian background. There is nothing more then important to me then my faith. Growing up I lived in the church every Sunday and bible studies every Tuesday night during the week. During my mid teen years I found my self falling out of it, but then was able to pick it back up when I found myself and realize who I am. Faith has gotten me through a lot of my situations, even the ones I couldn’t even understand. It was pushed within my household that it’s a must to attended services, but when I was younger I didn’t understand why I had to go what am I getting out of it, but now I can see that as I take in every sermon and message