My neighborhood(s)...

A person’s neighborhood can be absolutely nothing to someone, or can mean a whole lot. I know that from my experience, my neighborhoods have had a lot of impact on me and my life as well as my families. The neighbors, the people you see every day outside your house or even the people that hangout in your area can be a huge influence to someone. The neighborhood I live in now is very quiet, no traffic what so ever. The neighbors are all simple folk (boring), and come straight from work to rest. You can come to my house at around nine at night and it will be dead quiet. If any influence is going around in my neighborhood now, is because of my family and I. I can recall a moment in time a couple of months ago when we just had moved in where my brother and I were yelling at each other from across the street to decided who was going to park where. Long story short, the police were called because disturbance of the peace and suspicion of malicious crime was going on. I know, completely unnecessary. But that is the case for my family and me in my neighborhood.

If asked whether I am who I am because or despite of my neighborhood, I would have to say it is a mixture of both. The person I used to be was a product of the neighborhoods I lived in or associated myself with. My old neighborhoods influenced me for bad. My neighbors did not want to see me doing better than them. If anything, they benefitted from my wrong doings. But despite my past, I am who I am now because of it. If it were not for my experiences in the street, I would not have the will power I do now. But then again, maybe I am wrong. Perhaps if I had lived in a better community/neighborhood as the one I live in now, I could have had a better chance of having a scholarship and being able to go to the four year college I have always dreamed of. But time has not run out. The players have changed, but it is still the same game.