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During our childhood years, much of our identity is defined by our parents, friends, schools, or where we grew up. These are all keys to our development, and influence much of who we become in life. However, what happens when you get a little older and realize that this is not who or what you want to be? When I turned 17, I had my first real chance at becoming who I wanted to be. Still it was evident that some of my impressionable childhood survived the transmutation. Regardless of how hard I tried to disassociate myself from my upbringing. I can still see symbols of it today and for the most part, they are subconscious ones. I can't always tell right away that they have appeared in something I was doing. While reading this essay called America, by David A Hollinger. In the book titled Keywords/ identity on page 27. Pieces of my past make their presents known.

As an assignment in my First year student class, I was a requisite to read this book, KEYWORDS/identity published in 2004 by (Alliance of independent publishers, France) it is made up of several short essays by different authors from around the world. I like to read, however I only enjoy reading certain things, when I am taken outside of my comfort zone I begin to feel awkward. This book was hard to read and comprehend it was above any echelon of reading I would select for myself. Nevertheless, I made a colossal effort to try to understand and interrupt what I was reading. With in the first two paragraphs I noticed that I was taking offense to what the author was saying. I started to take on a disapproving attitude about this essay before it really got started. I didn't pay much attention to why I was negative about it. I just continued to read it and assumed that it was just not a good or skillfully written essay. After reading more I became even more disturb and decided I needed to write my own rebuttal paper based on how I felt, and what I felt about the author of this essay and none of it was going to be pleasant.
In order for you to fully understand what happened to me, I feel like you should know a little about my upbringing. I grew up in Springfield mass. During the 60's and 70's, when all the racial rioting where at their peaks. My family was poor; in fact, we had to rely on welfare for a good part of my childhood. At that time in life, I had no idea how hard it was for my mom, and when I look back today, I can only thank god she did what she did to keep us altogether. My father had walk out on

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