MargieJeanPierr
Nov 2, 2010
Undergraduate / "what the street was" - neighborhood you grew up in and how it shaped you as person. [2]
All of us grow up in particular realities - a home, family, a clan, a small town, a neighborhood. Depending upon how we're brought up, we are either deeply aware of the particular reading of reality into which we are born, or we are peripherally aware of it.
Chaim Potok
When reminiscing back to my childhood years a feel a sudden feeling of joy comes over me. All types of image start to unvreal in my head. I could remember how diversity and cultural aspects. I remember going around the neighborhood playing "Tag your it" or just sitting on the porch watching peoples walk bye.
Growing up in a diverse neighborhood allow me to grow as a person and shape me to be more understanding and an accepting individual. My neighborhood wasn't that picture perfect neighborhood there was drug violent, racial profiling and at times family infrastructures. Just looking around you could already depicts certain image in your head. Through out the neighborhood you could see low income houses with the newly build. Some where single, married and divorced parents. But I didn't allow my upbringing to define who I was or where how I would exceed in life. I was fortunate to be surrounding bye peoples that where going through the same issues as me. But I soon witness my friend crack on under pressures. The wait of family economic issues. Seeing this made me appreciative of what my parent provided me in life. I didn't have to go through the struggles they went through. Looking back Im so grateful for growing up in this environment. It made me more knowledgeable of what the "street" was.
All of us grow up in particular realities - a home, family, a clan, a small town, a neighborhood. Depending upon how we're brought up, we are either deeply aware of the particular reading of reality into which we are born, or we are peripherally aware of it.
Chaim Potok
When reminiscing back to my childhood years a feel a sudden feeling of joy comes over me. All types of image start to unvreal in my head. I could remember how diversity and cultural aspects. I remember going around the neighborhood playing "Tag your it" or just sitting on the porch watching peoples walk bye.
Growing up in a diverse neighborhood allow me to grow as a person and shape me to be more understanding and an accepting individual. My neighborhood wasn't that picture perfect neighborhood there was drug violent, racial profiling and at times family infrastructures. Just looking around you could already depicts certain image in your head. Through out the neighborhood you could see low income houses with the newly build. Some where single, married and divorced parents. But I didn't allow my upbringing to define who I was or where how I would exceed in life. I was fortunate to be surrounding bye peoples that where going through the same issues as me. But I soon witness my friend crack on under pressures. The wait of family economic issues. Seeing this made me appreciative of what my parent provided me in life. I didn't have to go through the struggles they went through. Looking back Im so grateful for growing up in this environment. It made me more knowledgeable of what the "street" was.