Learning about Nazi Germany and the Holocaust has made me question the real definition of evil even further, and has made me think about the true origin of evil. Is it nature, nurture, or both?

After studying evil and the Nazis and this book, I have begun to think about the way I was brought up in more detail. I question whether the person I am right now is because of the way my parents raised me, or because of the way I raised myself. There were many instances when my parents would tell me the world is one way and I would disagree and tell them it is another way and that would be it. Rarely would I let my parents ideals influence me because often, to me, they were quite wrong. I think this has kept me in a place I like to be. This independence has made me a person I am proud of. Sure, I embrace the things my parents have tried to teach me, and there are some things that you have to take with opens arms and accept that they are right. I am proud of who I am because I have not followed a lot of what my parents have taught me. I would rather be considered wrong in their eyes than be ashamed of myself because I mimic the way my parents act in public or my mom's idea of what dance competitions are about. Sure, I have arguments with my mom and dad, mostly my mom, because I don't agree with where they are coming from and they don't understand where I am coming from, but these arguments have shaped me in to the kind of strong-willed person I am right now. I don't let other people tell me what is and what isn't if I don't like it. Of course I am open to new ideas and I am aware of what is fact and what is fiction, but I won't let another person's opinion take priority over my own.