My Life
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Every Sunday in America, there are millions of people glued to the TV set rooting for their hometown football team. One gets pride from his or her hometown that ignites a fire inside everyones soul. Indeed, we are all Americans, but we are all different in little ways that help keep America a melting pot. Whether you are from the north, south, east, or west everyone is affected by his or her hometown in someway. My family originated in different parts of New England, and over the years, everyone has settled down in their own hometown all across the south. It never occurred to me the significant of my hometown until I left the south for the first time to attend a hockey camp in Minnesota. There I noticed northern people talked different, played different sports, and ate different food.
After my arrival in Minneapolis, Minnesota, we traveled three hours north to Deerwood, Minnesota. The long drive showed me many parts of the unknown Minnesota countryside that ironically reminded me of home. Throughout the week, the other boys in the camp began to notice the differences in the “southern boys” to the rest of the kids. They were constantly commenting on our strange accents and the bizarre words we used. I can recall an incident when I bought a coke at the concession stand. I asked the cashier for a coke not thinking it would confuse her in anyway. She replied, “What kind of soda pop would you like?” I was puzzled by her remark and answered by saying, “just a coke please.” Right away, I could tell by the cashiers facial expression that she found a great deal of humor in my comment. “We only sell Pepsi products so Im guessing you just want a Pepsi,” said the cashier. To this day I am still not sure why, but I was furious by her comment. Nevertheless, at that moment I realized that where you are from has an effect on you language.
Over the years, the game of lacrosse has grown rapidly in the south. It seems like each year more and more high schools across the south are sanctioning the sport. However, it was not long ago that lacrosse was nothing but an old Native American pastime in southerners eyes. I on the other hand was familiar with the game because of its close relationship it has with hockey. Still I had no idea about the games popularity in the north, and never knew about the MLL (major league lacrosse). Upon my arrival to camp, I noticed many players wearing Syracuse and Johns Hopkins University shirts. This was confusing to me because I never knew people liked other colleges than the big football schools. Soon I learned the reason why when I stumbled across a group of kids throwing a lacrosse ball. I went over to introduce myself and learned the four