Psychology Paper
Running head: WHY I AM, WHO I AM 1
Why I am, Who I am
Submitted by: Andy Baird for PSY 223-26S2
April 25, 2012
WHY I AM, WHO I AM 2
I was born in the late 60’s to the parents of first generation Americans. My grandparents migrated to America through Canada from Scotland in the early 1930’s. Eventually, both sides of the family landed in the Black Hills of South Dakota. My father’s side of the family worked at Homestake Gold Mine in Lead, South Dakota and my mother’s side of the family ran a trailer park in Hill City while my Grandfather worked at Mount Rushmore. After my parents married, my father followed his father by working at Homestake, while my mother was a stay at home mom. We lived on a hillside over the fairgrounds in Deadwood on Railroad Avenue. My father’s parents lived next door to us. Due to the fear of landslides, the city of Deadwood forced my grandparents and us to move off the hillside. As of 2008, the houses were still on the hillside, granted they slid downhill slightly. It is amazing how tiny the houses are, I would say no more than 400 to 500 square feet, and there were 5 of us who lived in the house. When I was about four years of age, we left the Black Hills and moved to a small mining town in Colorado called Creede. It is here I remember being left handed and having to learn to do things differently. I guess I go against the grain with handedness, according to our studies it suggests it is linked by a genetic basis. (Linke & Kersebaum, 2005) No one else in the family has been left handed, and even today I am still the only one. I still do things different from left or right handed people because I had to learn my own way. I started school while living here; we had a one room school house, and I remember we would follow the creek line down to school and back up the creek line to get home. I remember having a skunk get in the garage, our house was a bi-level with the laundry room
Why I am, Who I am
Submitted by: Andy Baird for PSY 223-26S2
April 25, 2012
WHY I AM, WHO I AM 2
I was born in the late 60’s to the parents of first generation Americans. My grandparents migrated to America through Canada from Scotland in the early 1930’s. Eventually, both sides of the family landed in the Black Hills of South Dakota. My father’s side of the family worked at Homestake Gold Mine in Lead, South Dakota and my mother’s side of the family ran a trailer park in Hill City while my Grandfather worked at Mount Rushmore. After my parents married, my father followed his father by working at Homestake, while my mother was a stay at home mom. We lived on a hillside over the fairgrounds in Deadwood on Railroad Avenue. My father’s parents lived next door to us. Due to the fear of landslides, the city of Deadwood forced my grandparents and us to move off the hillside. As of 2008, the houses were still on the hillside, granted they slid downhill slightly. It is amazing how tiny the houses are, I would say no more than 400 to 500 square feet, and there were 5 of us who lived in the house. When I was about four years of age, we left the Black Hills and moved to a small mining town in Colorado called Creede. It is here I remember being left handed and having to learn to do things differently. I guess I go against the grain with handedness, according to our studies it suggests it is linked by a genetic basis. (Linke & Kersebaum, 2005) No one else in the family has been left handed, and even today I am still the only one. I still do things different from left or right handed people because I had to learn my own way. I started school while living here; we had a one room school house, and I remember we would follow the creek line down to school and back up the creek line to get home. I remember having a skunk get in the garage, our house was a bi-level with the laundry room