The story we read this semester that had the most meaning to me was “Salvation” by Langston Hughes. The reason this story resonated with me so much was because growing up my mother has always been really religious. My father was not religious at all and I feel like maybe my parents didn’t talk much about about religion before having me but decided not to baptize me as a child and ultimately gave me the decision to make my own choices once I was old enough. My mom always took my sister and I to church every sunday and we attended sunday school but we never participated in the religious celebrations most children would have like baptisims, first comunion’s , ect so I always felt really left out. As a preteen I went to a church camp with my youth group and at the camp people were “being saved” and some were speaking in tongues and saying they had seen the holy spirit, I wanted to fit in so badly that I pretended to speak in tongues and said I felt saved. Looking back this story is hilarious and reading “Salvation” brought back those memories for me. Just like Hughes wanted to get the salvation over with I wanted to just finally feel like one of the people who had been saved.
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