Neighborhood Stories

In my neighborhood I stayed with my uncle for four years during my elementary and part of my middle school years. My uncle was a laid back person and had his own little boxing club in his back yard; there were always new people each year. The boxing club wasn’t that big but it was legit, we would enjoy ourselves every time we would compete against other boxing clubs around the area. During the first year of living with my uncle I had got into a fight with our neighbor over a girl who at the time was the only girl in our class that was worth talking to. The other girls in my class were either not that good looking or they had a low voice, so low you would think they’re whispering to you. The fight took place at school so of course we had gotten suspended. After our little dispute over that girl we ended up becoming good friends and soon would be getting into trouble together.

Getting use to the neighborhood didn’t take long for me. I was always out and about doing something outrageous with my friends or I would be home training for boxing with my uncle. As the years passed by I got to know many people that lived near me. The first party that I went to was when I was twelve and it was not that far from where I stayed. My friend Steven had told me about it a week before, so I was looking forward to that night of the party. Once the night of the party came I was ready, I had snuck out and got picked up by Steven. Around one in the morning the house was packed and I was starting to feel the beer kick in, I thought that I could handle one more drink so I started to drink again. Soon after I opened that beer my stomach started to feel different and next thing I know I’m running for the bathroom. I had barely made it to the bathroom before the beer I just drank started to come out. The next day I woke up with a massive headache and I told myself I would never drink as much again.

The neighbor down the street from me was a mean old man who was the first person to call the police on me for trespassing. I don’t really consider it trespassing because I was only on his property for a brief second. After he called the police on me I never jumped over his fence or stepped a foot on his yard even if I thought it was a short cut. The alleys in my neighborhood were quick ways to get around the block and escape routes from people that would chase us. I don’t recall all the times that the alleys helped me get out of a tough situation but I do remember when I was being chased by a group of people and actually got away without a scratch. I was a good kid but the people I knew were the only reasons why I would get chased or into a fight with other people in the alley.

Each year on Halloween night there would be a house down the street that would make their house look very haunted. They would always have some old, rotten looking skeletons hanging in their front yard while some slow creepy music would be played. I remember the first year I moved with my uncle I wanted to check it out so I went with three friends Bradley, Steven, and Eddie. Before we got to the door a man disguised as a scarecrow popped up from the floor and grabbed Bradley, he then made a high pitched scream which startled me. After that happened we all started laughing and continued on into the house, the inside of the place was nice and they had an amazing set up for a haunted house. This spooky haunted house was always the only one on my block that would have the spirit for Halloween ever year with something new and entertaining.

My neighborhood allowed me to meet new and interesting people that I got to learn some new things from. If there was anywhere I would go, it would be this neighborhood. Even though it was kind of a bad place to live I thought it was the best place to be.