As I grew older, I learn that this was about the trip that Africans were forced to make to get here. I also heard stories about both sets of my grandparents who made that trip. I was told that I was one of the Ashantis from West Africa.
The reason I was given this information was very interesting. Even as a young child, I could see that the plantation owners were cruel and unjust to the rest of us. So I became rebellious, mischievous, and disobedient towards them. Since the Ashantis were well known for fighting to protect what was theirs, my parents' friends told me that I was one of them.