The Peach Festival

I couldn’t really think of anything to write about at first, especially not a culture that i’m a part of. I am jewish, but I never really felt that connected to it and couldn’t think of any interesting stories. I could’ve written about where I live, but nothing specific came to mind. After consulting my mom, she proposed that I write about the time that she freaked out and Eli and I calmed her down at Peach. I thought this was a good idea, because it’s a lighthearted story about a unique aspect of my childhood that I can look back on with (hesitant) pride, much like most of Trevor Noah’s stories. Trevor usually uses humor in his stories, which I figured I could mostly incorporate into the background of my story. The story itself was hard to describe in a funny way, though it was funny, but I think the part that highlights humor is the fact that my parents were taking me to this type of thing as a seven or eight year old. It’s hard to explain about the “culture” i’m describing in this story, as it’s not a culture involving sex, race, ethnicity, age group, etc.. However, I think I made a good choice because it’s obscure enough that the audience probably doesn’t really know much about it. There’s not much I could have gotten into without making the story a big drag about concerts, which doesn’t seem like much of a culture, I know. It’s something you couldn’t really know without seeing, an energy that’s indescribable beyond that certain smell and those certain sounds. Another thing that I did similar to Trevor was telling about my relationship to my parents. Trevor’s stories often connect back to his relationship with Patricia, and how much he values the things that she taught him. Though his childhood was unique and a bit crazy, he is still thankful that it was the way it was. My story doesn’t even come close to as interesting as his, but I can strongly relate to the fact that even though I've always felt like my parents did things a little differently, I am grateful that I got to experience it.