Personal Narrative: My Native American Heritage

American: A native or a citizen of the United States. I am not a first, second or third generation American, I am simply an American. I was born here in the United States in Augusta, Georgia. Growing up, I knew a little about my heritage from both of my parents. My father and mother are both Caucasian with some Native American heritage. My mother is part Cherokee and my father is part Cherokee and Blackfoot Indian. I know more about my father's heritage than my mother's. I learned about my culture primarily from my grandmother and my aunt. My grandmother and aunt showed me the family tree and explained to me who each person was, where they came from and how they relate to me. They also taught me many family traditions and showed me how to celebrate my heritage through participating in local pow-wows and conducting thorough research about my culture. One situation that leads me to wonder about my race was, I was once asked at school by a classmate if my father was Hispanic so, I took the initiative to find out. Most of my family on my father's side, including my father, has a dark skin complexion, so not knowing about the different ethnicity then, I assumed I was part Hispanic. I asked both of my parents if I was Hispanic and they then told be I was part Caucasian and Native American. …show more content…
Everyone I knew, including my immediate family, bought tortillas from the grocery store. My grandmother also made all of her children and grandchildren dream catchers to hang in their rooms. Not many of my friends had a dream catcher or even knew what they were. I had one African-American friend growing up, and when I went to a sleepover at her house the first time I saw her put specially formulated hair products in her hair. For me, I realized that there were differences in race and cultures at an early