Descriptive Essay About Everyday Life

I look back on the 21 years that I’ve lived in Chicago, I honestly can’t remember many pleasant moments only the unfortunate . I don’t see this amazing city; filled with opportunity, all I see is a battleground where people are split among color and must fight to survive like a pack of wolves. In the eyes of others, I’m noted as a threat, so that makes me a target but I want is to be free. I feel like a trapped animal, helpless at the mercy of the Southside.
As long as I can remember, I have been poor. I remember the days in the Robert Taylor buildings, that my family went without food. My brother and I would steal food from people coming up the elevator with their groceries. My father would sell drugs just so we can eat for the day. This was everyday life in that gated community. Similar events happening to my family would happen to another just on a

I lived in small 3-bedroom apartment in a small but quiet neighborhood. The sidewalks were cracked as well as the grass looked as though it hasn’t been cut in months. There have been occasional police cars racing down my street, but I didn’t care, anything was better than the projects. We had a convenience store on the corner that sold pretty much everything you could ask for. There were a bunch of funny guys working, always joking around hosting neighborhood parties also helping families that didn’t have much. They would walk a group of kids to school every day including offering rides when it snows. They would buy coats for the homeless people that stroll the streets and feed them every day. When I turned 15 I started working with them in the store. I would mostly sweep floors or deliver items to customers every day after school. I had the opportunity to interact with the neighborhood and I learned how to make friends. For the first time I felt as though I was happy in my home. Everything was going so well until the corner store closed