When I was eight years old, my mother asked me what I wanted for Christmas, and I told her a book about the Soviet Union. It was 1985 America and I was taught by my culture to fear all things Soviet, therefore my rebellious ways led me to love the Soviet Union, even though I didn’t know what it was.
I excitedly opened that book on a cold Christmas day in New England. A rare bright sun shone through the window and I looked in awe at a picture of a Russian couple getting married.
“They get married there too?” I thought out loud. I didn’t understand how people from the evil empire could marry. Yes, the Soviet Union was demonized that hard.
It’s crazy how conditioned we can become. After this wedding experience, I became obsessed with one day seeing the world through my own eyes and not through the lenses of my teachers or the television.