My neighborhood was an amusement park full of fun and games. Every day my sisters and I would set on on a new adventure. Our home was a wooden, traditional, one-story home with a built on porch. The aged wood made our home look like one of those haunted houses they'd shown on television around Halloween. In some cases when is would rain, my sisters and would play house on the porch. The porch lined with horizontal, parallel beams around the porch, that my grandfather call the "banister". With me being the oldest, I would be the mamma. To the right of the porch, was a worn out wooden swing that extended from the ceiling. I would lay a blanket over the swing's seat and tell my baby sister to lay down while I doctored on her cold. .
On warm days, we went exploring. There was wooded area in the back of the apartment complex next to us that we played at a lot. We would pretend to be Indians hunting for wild animals. We would gather things like black berries, green plants (that we later called our greens), honey suckers, and red mud. As we gathered the items we peaked and ducked as if we were really hunting. We would then return to our fron yard to prepare the animals (or plants). .
The front yard was a bare as a bald mans head and had not harvested seeds in years. There we dug from the yard to cook in the tin pie pans that grandma had given us. .
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We also had three, really old, oak trees in the yard, that we would use when we played hide and go seek. Along with the other junk in our front yard, these trees were great hiding places for my little sisters. Sometimes we would gather our friends in the street in front of my home for a game of kickball. We used old worn-out rags for the bases, a Wilson's tennis ball, and a flat piece of wood for a bat.
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Since the day I moved there, cars have been speeding like crazy in my neighborhood. ... I"m not quite sure why they speed through my neighborhood. ... Going through my neighborhood don't have to deal with traffic lights. My neighborhood is full of kids and elderly people. ... After a CHP Officer towed the trailer out of my neighborhood, I never had seen any police officer patrolling my neighborhood. ...
On this basis, I will discuss the various changes that I noted in my old neighborhood where I grew up while living with my parents. ... In most weekends during my childhood, I spend my afternoons with my friends, at a section of the road that was not commonly used by vehicles, while skating. ... This is how I remembered my old neighborhood, but as it turned out, the situation was different went I went back to Benzie County few years ago. ... My old neighborhood had transformed significantly since I left the place 15 years ago. However, the old memories still remain in my mind because I liked...
Suzanne Berne tells this story through the eyes of nine-year old Marsha in A Crime in the Neighborhood. ... Everyone in the neighborhood knows he left, but nobody knows exactly what has happened. ... I wanted to put the praying mantis into my mouth" (133). ... Like my mother, they felt guilty for ever having felt secure" (116). ... Green's house as an adult, she reflects, "My life seemed bound to his in a way I couldn't explain and didn't want to. ...
My Neighborhood Before and After the Events of September 11th September 11th was a big shock to the United States. ... In my neighborhood, people are more patriotic, they all watch the news for the updates on the war and are also looking at life a little differently and change their way of characterizing a hero because of how many lives were lost and after the events of the 11th. ... Almost everyone in my town has American flags flying out front or attached to their cars. ... My neighborhood now has flags on houses and cars; they are more aware of the events taking place in our nation and...
Yet, New York City has formed various divisions of neighborhood due to its diversity. For instance, Chinese immigrants developed Chinese neighborhoods, such as Flushing, Queens. ... From my personal experience, my family rented a condo three years ago where near to subway station, and the rent price was sixteen hundred. ... In my prediction, Flushing will go downhill gradually in following twenty years. ... A lot people are looking for upscale neighborhood such as Long Island and New Jersey. ...
My new place was in D.U.M.B.O., Brooklyn, a very unique and eclectic neighborhood located at the base of the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges, right down underneath the Manhattan bridge overpass (hence the acronym). One of the reasons that I loved this neighborhood so much (besides my fabulous new loft pad in an undercover community of amazing artists), was it's prime location on the water front of the East River. ... Staying home in the safety of my own apartment never even crossed my mind. ... My friends from the neighborhood had all gathered at our local watering hole, Between the Bri...
My Neighborhood The Rich history of the city of San Gabriel it dates back to 1771 with the finding of the Mission San Gabriel Archangel, it a California historical landmark and it was established San Gabriel as the birthplace of the Los Angeles region. ... My side of San Gabriel city is a pretty good and a very friendly neighborhood, known for the nosey students it appears that the students are not doing well in school. ... One of my interviews said, "That now over 70% of the 10Th and 11Th grade students are scoring below 50 percentile in their reading on their academic achievement test...
My Mexican American Neighborhood There are many different cultures that surround us daily. ... The neighborhood that I lived in expressed many different cultural characteristics that are hardly ever seen here in the States. ... My hometown in Mexico differs in many ways from my home here in America. ... My family in Mexico would always go to a local fair that wasn't as big as the one in the states, but they would make a fun time for themselves. ...
There have been many instances in my life where my perception of the situation was quite far from the actual reality that was around me. ... The neighborhood that I live in, in Los Angeles, wasn't very safe so I couldn't stay out past six o' clock but when we moved to Lake Elsinore the neighborhood was so much better and way safer than the neighborhood we use to live in. ... Another thing is that you can't just think a new place will be the same as the old place and the neighborhood might be different then what you were expecting for it to be like. ... My perception was tot...
