Personal Narrative: Moving Away At Home

I could think of a place not that far away that use to be happy all day, everyday. The kids were able to stay outside until the street lights came on, having fun like there wasn’t anything going on. Its called our neighborhood. When we were younger there was not this much going on. None of the shooting, fighting and gang violence that's happening now. Everything has changed, people went a little bit too far on drugs, alcohol and stopped caring about their children, their future and everything around them. Once, before when we were young, our mom use to go door to door and meet everyone in the neighborhood. We use to invite one another over and play in the yard while our parents just sat in the yard under the biggest tree, drinking lemonade, laughing and playing about old things that they grew up doing. We use top have block parties just to meet the other new people in the neighborhood and the other kids, one could say that we developed an unbreakable bond. We were always there for one another and if one has it then we would all have it, it was kinda like we were all brothers and sisters and our parents were

Their moms said stuff like the area was starting to get bad or that they had better school opportunities in other states, sooner or later i was the only one still stuck in the same house, then new people started to move into the neighborhood. My mom would not go meet them because she say they were not about the right. They ruined our neighborhood, no more block parties, no more friends, no more going outside until the street lights came on. The new people that moved in my neighborhood were crazy, every night there were gunshots fired, rounds and rounds at all hours of the night. All these different people coming in and out of all these houses, the air didn’t even smell the same anymore. By then my mom knew it was time to move, our neighborhood had been