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Describe the world you come from; for example, your family, clubs, school, community, city, or town. How has that world shaped your dreams and aspirations?(*) (200-250 words)
You know this clichéd image where kids of every race hold hands under a rainbow, smiling? Well, somehow this represents my childhood.
When I was ten my family lived in a social housing district, where most of the families were immigrants. There was a peaceful playground in our neighborhood where the kids went to play. Although we had different backgrounds and races we became very good friends because there was one thing that transcended all cultural barriers: Pokémon. Our parents were not really concerned about our education, but they wanted the kids to keep quiet, and so they bought us a game boy.
We boys would sit next to each other on a bench and play game boy, united by our love for the little creatures. Moreover, everybody could get emotional support if there had been another fight at home. If my childhood was a picture, it would be kids of different colors sitting smilingly on a bench with their game boys connected by a data cable.
To my great disappointment I noticed as a teenager that some Muslim teens in my football club had prejudices against me as a Jew, which made me realize that the relationship between cultures is not as simple as a child perceives it to be. However, I still have a strong love for diversity and looking back at the image of my childhood gives me hope that through cultural exchange every barrier can be brought down.
Please feel also free to tell me what impression this essay leaves with you.
Describe the world you come from; for example, your family, clubs, school, community, city, or town. How has that world shaped your dreams and aspirations?(*) (200-250 words)
You know this clichéd image where kids of every race hold hands under a rainbow, smiling? Well, somehow this represents my childhood.
When I was ten my family lived in a social housing district, where most of the families were immigrants. There was a peaceful playground in our neighborhood where the kids went to play. Although we had different backgrounds and races we became very good friends because there was one thing that transcended all cultural barriers: Pokémon. Our parents were not really concerned about our education, but they wanted the kids to keep quiet, and so they bought us a game boy.
We boys would sit next to each other on a bench and play game boy, united by our love for the little creatures. Moreover, everybody could get emotional support if there had been another fight at home. If my childhood was a picture, it would be kids of different colors sitting smilingly on a bench with their game boys connected by a data cable.
To my great disappointment I noticed as a teenager that some Muslim teens in my football club had prejudices against me as a Jew, which made me realize that the relationship between cultures is not as simple as a child perceives it to be. However, I still have a strong love for diversity and looking back at the image of my childhood gives me hope that through cultural exchange every barrier can be brought down.