Unfolding My Identity: A Mobile Military Life

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There are compartments in my head that makes me who I am. I am an african american. My religion is christian/baptist. My family is originally from Austin, tx but we’re military so we’re very mobile. If you were to ask someone about me I’m sure they would say something about my random acts of kindness and my love for kids. I love to dance and sing over anything. I’ve been singing since I could talk and dancing since I could walk. I did my first solo at church when I was 3 and that was also around I joined the dance team at church. I currently still dance at church I’ve never stopped because I love it that much. When I was 5 I got in gymnastics I didn’t like it so I got out when I turned 7. I told my mom I wanted to be a dancer so she put me

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