Personal Narrative: My American Culture

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I came to a realization while visiting my family in Canada. I am on a treadmill. No, not a literal treadmill. The treadmill that American society puts us on. Let me explain.

I was raised by a Canadian mother in an American world. I have two passports, thus making me a Canadian and an American citizen. Although I’ve lived in Los Angeles the vast majority of my life, my American experience has not been entirely American. It’s been North-American, if you will.

Most Americans view Canada as “the fifty-first state,” or, if they don’t see it to that extent, they see Canadian culture as a culture very similar to American culture. However, as someone who has been immersed into both, I see two distinct cultures. As a child, I was given two cultures in one household: the American way from my father, and the Canadian way from my mother. The American way and the Canadian way contradict each other quite a bit. From my father, I was taught to be cutthroat. I was taught that no one will cut you slack, and if you want to make it anywhere, you have to be a shark. From my mother, I was taught compassion and kindness. I was also taught that there isn’t one path to success.

I suppose the harsh truth that my father told me is the effect of his growing up in a capitalist society. And my mother’s teachings are the effect of being raised in a
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