Personal Narrative

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Imagine growing up in a place where all you have to do is cross a street and be in the wrong neighborhood, where there is gang violence, drug dealers, and homeless people one side of the street but then on the other side there is green grass, a happy mom and dad with their kid playing catch in their front yard. This place is where I called my neighborhood for fifteen years of my life. First, on the bad side of the street is called barrio Logan. In barrio just a few blocks down there was the four corners of death, where the most drive by shooting happened in the world, drug dealers on every block just trying to make a living to feed their families. One experience I had is one day me and my dad had to go to the trolley to a football game at …show more content…
The high school I went to freshman year was San Diego High School and on day I went to one of the basketball games held their and I was wearing blue sweatpants and a blue jacket, because they were the school colors, and when the basketball game was over me and 2 of my friends walked back to my house. On my way home there was these 4 guys that stopped us and asked us where we are from, and who we knew. So we told them that we didn't know anyone and we only were wearing these colors because we're coming back from San Diego High School. So after …show more content…
it looked liked my image of “the american dream” I have in my head. Everyone is happy no one stole or robbed anyone. there was basketball courts around where i lived and everyone was really nice, no one had a problem with me playing. This part of town is where I spend most of my life because it felt like heaven on earth, It was a place where I always knew I was welcomed. No matter any circumstances. This made me the person i am today because it showed me that they're good people and to not work hard for myself but for my wife and