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Personal Narrative-Homophobic Or Racist?

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Growing up with strict, religious parents gave me a narrow perspective on life – that is, I was pretty homophobic and racist. Initially, my parents had planned for me to attend a private religious school, but I wasn’t having it and ended up enrolled at the local public elementary school instead. Here, I met people that gave from a huge variety of lifestyles, from super spoiled to living below the poverty line. However, we were all the same once we got to school and the more that I got to know my peers, the more I began to question everything that my parents had taught me. My friends who were followers of different religions exposed me to drastically different cultures than the one that I knew and so overtime, I became much more open minded

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