House on Borchard Street by Octavio Oropeza

Throughout my life i havent gained the experience of moving into another neighborhood. However, most of my life has been spent in my house and so far it has been the only one that i have lived in 15 years. Growing up in that neighborhood, their was sometimes fears that ran across me. This is so because their would be times when i would hear gun shoots close to my house and i would have the feeling that i wasnt safe around my own neighborhood. As i grew my hopes were that nothing would happen to my family and that nobody bothered me so i wouldnt bother no one also. Therefore my hopes and fears seemed to prove true because, as i grew older i seemed to get use to my surroundings and the poeple that lived around me. From this i gained the experience of having new friends and not getting paniced if i saw gansters because i knew who they were already and also knew that i lived near them. As time passed i had the chance to know my neighborhood real good and forget my feelings that one day i will end up getting shot by being confused by someone else, but like my mother tells me, It is not always safe in the street because you know when someone is up to no good.