Growing Up In Courtenay

Now you can see how a street controversial to the outside eye, is normal for a sixteen year old student who’s never done anything as rebel as having one little sip of a Cody’s can. Growing up in
Courtenay Crescent hasn’t numbed me to the kind of lifestyle growing up in a world close to past criminals or broken families, but it has shown me to look passed their past lives and see them for who they are now; respectful, responsible and easily loving. There has never been a day when someone has not gestured a greeting over to a neighbour across the street, or when the children have stopped creating chaos on our street, or when the Government’s dying palm trees have never been poked or kicked at. Believe me; those things make a street look raggedy