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Personal Narrative: My Culture
I am going to write about my culture through food, friends and family, and also my hobbies/pastimes. I chose these three categories because I feel they are what influence me as a person in which makes up MY Culture. My culture is very different this doesn’t mean I don’t have a culture. I’m going to start with food hmm… my diet pretty much consists of chips, pop, and anything that goes in the microwave for less than five minutes. Now every once and awhile my dad cooks maybe twice a week mostly of soul food. But rarely we eat much other than something we can cook ourselves.
This brings me into family my dad is a self-employed carpenter, engineer, maintenance guy if it's broken he can fix it. My brother Nathan (the only one younger than I

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