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Every city and town contains people of different classes: rich, poor, and somewhere in between. What’s it like where you live? If it’s difficult for you to discern and describe the different types of classes in your locale, describe what it was like where you grew up — was it swimming pools and movie stars, industrial and working class, somewhere in between or something completely different?
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I grew up in a middle class family. A city of 40,000 people. Mainly whites, a couple of colored families.
My father believed that money made the world go round. My mother believed in having money but not bragging about it.
Dad wanted what others had. Mom helped others without their knowing. Dad fought going to church for years. Mom believed in never missing a service.
Where does that place me? A girl brought up realizing the only way that was right, was my parents beliefs. I was not allowed to have my own thoughts until I moved out of the home.
Today, there are many people who live in our area. There are African-American, whites, some Christians, non-Christians too. I live in a city that is connected to a smaller town who’s belief is that God is the main thought in everyone’s mind.
I sit back now at my age and realize I have no living parents anymore. I can and am able to make my own decisions. A lot of my parents beliefs have been drilled in me and yet somehow I have been able to keep their beliefs and also make adjustments for my own life.
I feel like I am in the middle. I don’t sit on either side of the fence. I don’t care what color of hair or skin you have. You are just as good as me, and I am as likable as you. I live my life and you live yours.
I have my dreams and you have yours. No matter what seed we came from in the beginning,we are the same, we want good things out of life and yet, things split and change. We have the north and west sides of town, just as you have the south and east sides.
It seems color of skin matters to some. More types of neighborhoods live in similar locations. Money rules in choosing housing areas. There are the finest, the poorest. Sometimes I can see the point of being cautious of where I live. I don’t really want to live in drug infested areas, and I don’t want to see prostitutes standing on my street corner.
But all in all, I think we are a world that should be able to live and work among each other. We are grown-ups, not children. We have been hurt as often as we have hurt others. We all deserve to be loved and have equal rights to what our world has to offer.
For me, what is important is that I feel good about me. What can I offer to you if I have nothing but disgust for myself. I can live with you as my neighbor. I will walk out my front door and wave and say hello if I see you outdoors.
I am me, nothing more, nothing less. Maybe I am different, because I am accepting. Maybe I am one of those Eastern girls, western girls. Take me as I am, and in return I will be your loyal friend.