A Child of The West

The question I have been asked this week is one that I'm not sure how to answer:

Are you  child of the west?

This is a question that can be very vague. Our teacher, Mrs. Alldredge, told us to interpret this question however we want to. It could be California, all of North America. For this question, I'm going to say that it's the west coast, California.

I've lived in the west coast for my entire life. That's all I know.

One other reason that I would consider my being a "child of the west" is that like I said before, all I've lived here my entire life. All my family and friends live in the west coast. I've never lived in any other place.

I've always lived by the beach in the sun. And yes, I'm your stereotypical Californian where 60 degrees is too cold

So I'm not really sure what else to say, so I think I'm going to end it here. I know that this a short post, but thanks for reading!

Coming of Age

In English class, we are reading The Glory Field (1994) by Walter Dean Myers. In the story, one of the characters, Elijah, has a few key moments where he has a "coming of age" moment and feels like a man.

One key moment that I believe that I had a "coming of age" moment is when I had a Bar Mitzvah. If you don't know what that is, it is when Jewish children are brought into the adult Jewish community when you turn 13.

It was a very exciting time in my life and it for sure felt like a coming of age moment.