There was big, tall trees, one
in front of almost every house. The houses almost all looked the same, there
were two of each house built in the same design but were different colors.
Towards the middle there was a big brown house. It was the most beautiful house
in the neighborhood. There were houses that looked rather sad as if no one had
cared for it, but others were decorated beautifully with their flower gardens.
It was a very peaceful neighborhood; you heard the birds, crickets, airplanes
passing by, and you heard the kids’ laughter from playing outside.
It
seems as though the neighborhoods changed quickly from one environment to
another. As I walked down towards the park it seemed scary, the gang bangers
were all together and graffiti was all over the garages. I could tell right
away that some people had been killed there when I read the graffiti. Walking
down the park some streets looked intimidating as if no one came outside. I
also noticed that many of the streets started with the letter L: Latrobe,
Laramie, Leamington, LeClaire, Lawler, Lavergne, etc. Towards the end of those
streets it began to go on a curve which gave it a creepy vibe, whether it was
dark or not you couldn't see anyone coming up.
At
the end of Grand and Leamington there was a corner store, where suspicious
looking people lurked around. They were sort of loud and had big baggy clothes,
and you could tell right away that was there every day hang out spot. Not all
the people around there were scary though, the neighbors were very nice and
friendly. As I was walking I turned to greet one of my neighbors I hadn't seen
in a while.
“Hello
Sir, how are you today?” I asked.
“I’m
good, thanks for asking! Hey, aren't you Tony’s daughter?” He replied.
“Yes
I am,” I began to laugh, surprised that he had almost forgot.
“I
thought you looked familiar! Well you have a good day young lady,” He replied
waving to me as he turned to enter his house.
That’s one of the things I liked about this
neighborhood, that people always greeted each other.
There’s
also a middle school, which is the one I attended. The students there aren't the same as when I was there, they didn't seem as friendly as before. They
always walk in big groups of boys and girls forming “cliques” and not one
person can mess with them. If looks could kill then they would because those
kids had some mean stares. On the streets by Northwest Middle School, they were
scary; it’s intimidating especially at night, which is not the place to be.
This neighborhood seems dangerous but as long as people are cautious and don’t
look for trouble its OK it may not be the best but it’s definitely not the
worst.
Overall,
it’s a pretty good neighborhood and to have lived here the past 13 years I have
to say I’m proud of where I come from.
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