Values Of My Family

In order for me to identify my family values I had to interview three of my family members as well as to utilize my experience in life. My family is a and African American family and as far as anyone in my family can remember we have always been in America. However I do not believe that is true, after doing several days of probing I wasn’t able to discredit that statement. We are a Christian base family and we try really hard to live by the rules in the bible. Just like the other millions of Christian families we often backslide on our religion and start to live the way that we do. Sooner or later we always come back to our Christian base and repent and try it all over again. It seems like a never-ending cycle, but that’s on of the greatest …show more content…
He was also the money winner. My dad was working almost any job that he could get. He worked at burger king, taco bell and even popeyes. The little money that he was able to make he spent on clothes for me to wear and bus fare for us to get to church which was three busses away. This was a clear example of how important my family values and beliefs was, the little money that my dad made he still found a way for us to get to church. I remember one day I had to sit on the front passengers floor of my uncle’s 1991 blue Honda civic so that we could get a ride home from church. I had to sit on the floor because we didn’t want any ticket and because that was the only place that I could fit. My uncle’s car was packed with construction tools and smelled of cheap cologne and McDonald food. I never heard my dad talk about money, I would hear arguments about it, but as soon as they saw me looking they ended the conversation quickly. However I do remember taking several car drives up to a kinko copy store so that my dad could fax off a application for a loan. He always entertained me though so I never aid attention to what was going on. I was a child so the only thing I cared about was having …show more content…
We played sports anywhere we could. I remember my dad waking me up at 11pm at night to go play basketball forty five minutes away. I think that’s how my family coped with problems, shopping for shoes for my mom seemed like it was something we did almost every weekend. I hated it, but my dad and mom loved it. My dad noticed this and he would entertain me while we was shopping. We would play tag in the mall and even hid and go seek. At home we played PlayStation, board games, studied the Bible and baked cookies, lima beans and double layered butter creamed cake. My dad didn’t like people in the house, not even my friends. About twice a year he would let one of my friends spend the night and he would interact wit us. My mom would stay in the bedroom and watch little house on the