Personal Narrative On A Homeless Place

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The area I had once lived in, was not exactly an ideal place for children to grow up. For me, though, the hazards of my neighborhood never seemed real and I had never found myself afraid for the safety of me or anyone I knew. I thought, as most children do, that I was untouchable, and no one would have the desire to hurt me in the first place. It seemed like no danger could touch me, because for all I knew, people only got hurt on TV. Despite this, my friends and I always seemed to whisper about the supposed danger that surrounded us. We’d inform each other of the whereabouts of supposed sex offenders and make a point to completely avoid walking past their homes. My friends and I had found the hiding places of homeless men, and we made it a game to see who could venture farthest in. …show more content…

These had never scared me though, I knew the threats would always be false and to me the only purpose lockdowns served was to waste time. And whenever I heard police sirens blaring, I never worried about the danger and instead I imitated the blaring sirens to pass the time. For me, the danger was never real, and I thought somehow I would always be safe from it. All of the hazards and risks were as real to me as the monsters under my bed. Maybe they had scared me at one time, but now they were just

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