Personal Narrative: Living In A Safe Place

Living in a very safe and small community has sheltered me in a few ways. Growing up in Arundel, I never questioned whether I was in a safe area or not. As a kid, I never thought about the people in the world that could have bad intentions, everything was simple, living in a town where everyone knows everyone. With crime not being very common, I never felt that I was in any danger. Because my father is a cop, I was always protected from the little crime that had taken place. However, I have learned that not everyone is able to say they live in a safe town. With two towns in a reasonably close proximity, they can have far different levels of safety. My realization came this past fall after a football game in Messalonskee. As I stood watching

When we reached the parking lot there were a few groups of people still around. There were parents getting into their cars and one big group of girls. I continued on to run straight to the car without stopping to talk or look back. I was the first to reach the car. I looked back to my friends to notice some of the girls I was with stopped to tell our other friends what had just happened. In a panic, I tried hurrying all the girls into the car. With the fear and stress taking over my body I began to get frustrated with my friends for taking so long. Finally, in a single file manner, all my friends were in the

I went to bed as soon as I got home. I cuddled in my soft warm sheets, replaying the night in my head. Still confused and scared I lay there not able to fall asleep, or stray my mind to anything else. That night, not able to sleep, I was forced to think about that night. I realized that night that the world is not all black and white. A few months later, I am more aware with every place I go. I am always looking around my surroundings, making sure I feel safe and comfortable with the people I am around because not every I go it similar to the place I knew and grew up