Outside

Philadelphia Pa, where I grew up there was alot of violence things that I didnt understand. My mother she always had toys for us and warm bed to sleep in. Sometimes I would fine her alone in her room looking out the window talking to herself . I grew up where all the kids were outside playing together everyday after school, jumping rope, riding bikes, we would walk to the corner store to get a snack before and after school. See growing up I would see alot of kids didnt have the same things I did so I would share my stuff. I would pack extra lunch or pencils. Sometimes, in my neighborhood I would see alot of happy kids. We would play and when it was time to go inside we would. Sometimes adults would argue or you would see them fighting. One time I saw a woman hit another women with a metal pipe and her eyes were black and she had bruises on her body. Growing up We would go to the library to play and read escaping from the realities that were outside. Where people were selling drugs on the corner, shooting at each other, playin dice games. Drinking outside and just being merry. Growing up there were sometimes alot of block parties where kids would play and strangers became close. The smell of pollution in the air and dinners from friends who had food. Growing up outside was a playground but if you got in trouble the neighbors would tell or get after you. these are some of the things I remember.