So I was sitting on the front porch downstairs this morning talking to Gram Rose while the exterminator was making his way through the house, and we were talking about the history of our street while one of our neighbors was working on his yard. It just amazed me how much simpler life was around here back in the day when my mom was my son's age. Back then you were able to have bread and milk dropped off and not have to worry about anyone coming and stealing it off your doorstep. Even was I was younger- say, 20 years ago- it was safe enough for us to go outside in front of our house and not have to worry about the environment around us because we had our neighbors looking out for us little ones. Now that I'm a parent, and currently raising my son in the same house I was raised in, it pains me to see the state in which my street has become. The comfort zone we had to about halfway down our street no longer exists, as I keep my son inside watching "Wonder Pets" or another one of his cartoons. The more that I see him grow, the more I need to get him and Karla out of here and into a better situation. I love my childhood home, and I love my grandparents and greatgrandma dearly, but as long as I'm still breathing on this earth, I can't afford to have my son waste his education here. The environment is completely different, the interaction around the neighborhood is minimal to damn near nonexistent, and I don't want to see my family's potential wasted staying in the house or having to travel somewhere just to have a good time. The harder Karla and I work, the sooner I know I won't have to worry anymore. If life as we know it today was as simple as it was 50 years ago...
Until next time...
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