Everyone in the world have their own beliefs and belong to a culture that shape who they are. In their culture, people generally follow rituals and have their own norms that have special meaning to them. For example, Muslims generally follow ‘salat’, which is a practice of praying five times a day. Or even the Irish(and many others)celebrating St. Patrick 's Day by eating corned beef, going to parades, and getting drunk off their ass; eventually where they can’t walk or even having a drunken rage where they simply pass out. Every culture have these wide range of norms that they become accustomed to; however, some like to break away from those traditions and learn new things. As a little girl, going to church was very important; however, overtime
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Sunday mornings were typically hectic, from fighting against seven of your older siblings for the bathroom, to rushing to eat breakfast, or even trying not to get left by your parents. Somedays it would even go onto to being so chaotic by having one brushing their teeth, while the other is in the shower, and even sometimes one using the toilet all at once. After winning a position in the bathroom, you could finally go onto getting dressed in something appropriate for church, which generally consisted of dresses and skirts at least knee length, and boring colors of black and white while ushering. On holidays, it would consist of more bright and colorful pieces to make a statement such as orange, red, and royal blue. For example, at the age of five, my mother dressed me in this ridiculous dress for Easter. It was pastel yellow made with cream tulle and yellow embellished designs on the bottom of the dress. It had puffed out ruching on the shoulders where it itched against my skin, and tulle so big where I stumbled while walking. I had cream ruffled socks with shoes that buckled on the side while wearing yellow and cream barretts on the ponytails in my head. Even though I, along with many others would wear these over the top dresses, not all Sundays were as dramatic. On the third Sunday of each month, it was no specific attire to wear. People would wear jeans, basic tees, and come as if it was a regular day. Today, more baptist churches are getting rid of their dramatic attire and accepting people as they are. They’re becoming more open to change and getting rid of their old-fashioned ways for new rejuvenated
Sunday mornings were typically hectic, from fighting against seven of your older siblings for the bathroom, to rushing to eat breakfast, or even trying not to get left by your parents. Somedays it would even go onto to being so chaotic by having one brushing their teeth, while the other is in the shower, and even sometimes one using the toilet all at once. After winning a position in the bathroom, you could finally go onto getting dressed in something appropriate for church, which generally consisted of dresses and skirts at least knee length, and boring colors of black and white while ushering. On holidays, it would consist of more bright and colorful pieces to make a statement such as orange, red, and royal blue. For example, at the age of five, my mother dressed me in this ridiculous dress for Easter. It was pastel yellow made with cream tulle and yellow embellished designs on the bottom of the dress. It had puffed out ruching on the shoulders where it itched against my skin, and tulle so big where I stumbled while walking. I had cream ruffled socks with shoes that buckled on the side while wearing yellow and cream barretts on the ponytails in my head. Even though I, along with many others would wear these over the top dresses, not all Sundays were as dramatic. On the third Sunday of each month, it was no specific attire to wear. People would wear jeans, basic tees, and come as if it was a regular day. Today, more baptist churches are getting rid of their dramatic attire and accepting people as they are. They’re becoming more open to change and getting rid of their old-fashioned ways for new rejuvenated