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Personal Narrative: Ethnocentrism In My Life

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I was born in Mexico, but I came to the United States at the age of eight months. Besides being born there, I had never gone to Mexico in my life. So the one time I did go at the age of 16, one thing that really surprised me was how young kids were out on the streets asking for money, and selling stuff as well. Every time we got on a bus kids would jump in, and start trying to sell you candy, toys, whatever they could carry. I also saw kids that looked as young as 4 or 5 on the corner asking for money. I think maybe because I never had to be on the side of the road begging for money, selling candies, selling toys, or selling blankets, I felt a little weird about that. I dot feel like ethnocentrism had a role in my situation. I don 't think

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