My True Cultural Identity
Being born as your average American, I never really payed much attention to my true cultural identity or where I originated from. Instead, I lived according to who I thought I was and did things the way any typical American would do. However, this story isn’t about who I thought I was or why I have dealt with the fact that I am an American, this story is about who I really am and what I’ve learned about my true cultural identity. Since before I can remember, my grandfather always told me stories of the Indians in Mississippi and how his mother and father were full blooded Indian and belonged to a tribe in the early 1900’s. this was interesting to me because I always had a thing for Indian classical movies. Especially, …show more content…
I was surprised to see how big the trees were in Mississippi, one of them looked as if it was touching the clouds and I never realized how incredibly difficult it was to cut a tree down with a small hatchet. At home cutting trees was something I never had to do, it was always as simple as driving to a local store to pick up some that were already packaged. It was complicated, I stumbled into something I wasn’t quite sure of, luckily I had my grandfather there to demonstrate a few wilderness techniques on how to properly cut a tree down, he explained- If i swing the hatchet downward at a certain angle it will cut the tree easier because hitting the tree straight on isn’t always accurate. In the meantime, both of us took turns splitting the wood with a long axe. At every swing I heard the axe move swiftly through the wind, mimicking an explosion of a firecracker.
Finally, after spending 6 hours in the woods we began hiking back to the tribe. Our journey was a success, we obtained more wood than I had ever imagined, once returned to the tribe everyone congratulated us with prosperity and rewarded us with handmade gifts for our