Monday, March 18, 2019

In Search of My Community :: Personal Narrative essay about myself

In Search of My Community         While difficult to examine how my friendship has changed economically since the 80s, I found myself pondering what my community really was.  I rent had the unfortunate experience to understand how a person can feel as if they dont really belong.  Since I had move about nine times within my life, and I am just eighteen years old, I became stuck, without any ideas of what to write about.  While face up this assignment, I realized that I did not know if I had a place I would consider my community, or even my true home.         In the year of 1984, when I was born, my family lived in Reading, Pennsylvania.  Reading was not an area cognize for its good economic reputation.  Most of the people in the area could be considered lower-income, middle class individuals.  Our community was composed close toly of factory workers and d give birthcast business owners.  My father was self-employed at the time, for he owned a retail establishment.  In our neighborhood, we may have been one of the families that earned the most money per  year.  We lived in a duplex, but even then, we were still considered upper-middle class.  My set about was functional nights as a medical technologist, and this was all so she could hold up at home with me during the day.  My father never completed his college career, but my fuss did.  She needed that degree to pursue her career in the medical field, and to have the potential to earn more pay.         Throughout the 1980s we move around a lot.  First we moved to Sinking Spring, Pennsylvania in 1985, and then we moved to Stafford, Virginia in 1987.  In Sinking Spring we finally owned our own house, and we lived in a wealthier neighborhood than before.  We were now neither the richest, nor the poorest, people on the block.  The richest pe ople living in the neighborhood worked as engineers, and the poorest were factory workers.  In Virginia, it was about the same as it was in Sinking Spring.  My father was no longer running his own retail establishment, he was now working in the sales and marketing field for a company named AMP.

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