Personal Narrative: My Life As A Roman Catholic Church

Every individual person is going to have their own opinion about one subject or another. Not everyone will get along and most of the time conflicts occur. I had prior knowledge that not everybody had the same view points on life. It didn’t really affect me much until I encountered a situation myself. Even before I could stand or talk, I was being baptized into a Roman Catholic Church. When I began to grow older, I attended Sunday school classes to learn about my religion. I also was informed that my family is Roman Catholic because of my grandmother’s mother who was full blood Italian. Her family raised her Catholic which influenced her to raise my grandmother to that specific religion. Later on in life, grandparents raised my aunts to become Catholic …show more content…
My friends didn’t know what it meant to be born and raised in a Catholic Church. I couldn’t really explain it to them in great detail. All I understood was that I believed in God the Father and the Holy Spirit. The first time it ever came to be a concern to some people is around Halloween. They would make questionable remarks about how my family celebrated a day that represents the devils work. I never took Halloween to be a time that I didn’t believe in my Catholic faith. I saw it as a day to dress up in silly costumes and go scouting neighborhoods for delicious candy. Halloween does represent vampires and ghostly images, but it’s how my family and I represented ourselves. I was also scolded by other individuals that I was celebrating Christmas and Easter for all the wrong reasons. Christmas is mostly described as a time for Santa Clause and his reindeer or getting presents under the tree. My family also sees it as a time to celebrate the birth of Jesus. Even in the spring time with Easter, people look at it as eggs and Peter Cottontail hopping around America. As Catholics, Easter is also a time to celebrate the resurrection of