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Personal Narrative: Transition To The Native American Culture

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For my first diversity event I decided to attend the 43rd annual Mankato wacipi (Powwow). I chose this event because I attended some like it when I was younger. I always have admired Native Americans and their deep connection with their spirituality. I remember in fifth grade my elementary school hosted a Powwow that my mother and I attended. This was the first time I have ever been exposed to the Native American culture and the memory has stuck with me till now. The Powwow at the land of memory’s park was a three-day event. My friend Pablo and I attended the event on Saturday. Prior to the event I had little knowledge of the mass execution that took place in this city. I was shocked to learn that It was actually the largest execution in the

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