Growing up in America taught me what freedom truly means and it came in many different forms. Like when my parents laid down the ground rules in terms of the difference between right and wrong and what the consequences would be between the two. Well, for me learning what the right thing to do was in some cases doing the wrong thing and paying the price But i learned, the more i did the right thing the more freedom my parents granted me and life could not have been any better. But they weren’t the only ones teaching me. I had also learned a lot from my church The Ten Commandments played a major role. It shaped and encouraged my mind to always want to do the right thing. Now that wasn’t always the case of corse cause i’m only human but the inner core of me was and sill is today. The older i got the more it felt like freedom was fading and i could not understand why nor could i understand why some of the people living here hated it ( why would anybody live somewhere they hated ? ) until recently i began to understand that these people didn’t hate America they hate what America stands for freedom but that still didn’t make any sense to me why would anybody hate freedom. When i started looking into it i realized these people didn’t always hate they were brainwashed and trained almost as if they were robbed of there lives and the sad thing about it is they don’t even know it or if they’re told they don’t believe it. I wish they could feel and experience freedom cause then they would know there is no better feeling or word that has a more beautiful ring to it than the word freedom and once they have tasted freedom they would never want to lose or have it taken from them.