The first time I interacted with someone from a different culture was an amazing experience. During my trip to Kenya with my family, I met young children from different cultures. They didn't speak the same language as me, didn't dress like we do in Quebec, and don't have the same beliefs. I was happy to be able to discover a new culture but I felt a bit like an intruder. They were dressed in a boubou, moccasin, and sometimes they just had shorts and shoes with holes. I considered myself very lucky to have shoes without holes, a clean t-shirt, and shorts of my size. Sometimes I even felt bad…