My Hood Rotting old palm trees, half mowed lawns, midnight parties and neighbourly brawls. From the suspicious late night whispers to the consistent ringing of sirens- it’s not a surprise the familiar blue and red lights repeatedly illuminate our street at early hours of the morning. But behind all that jazz, lies the protection and care for the familiar faces within and outside their broken down gates. To all outsiders, welcome to Courtenay Crescent- the only place I consider ‘my hood’. The first things you’ll notice in my hood are the kids because they’re practically the only humans you’ll ever see outside their household fences (or lack of fences). Every day I witness little
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Though, knowing the notorious ways of the eldest siblings of my generation, that well-deserved sleep will only begin when the party finally ends. You’re probably wondering what party, right? To be completely honest, I don’t really know myself, but as soon as the clock strikes 11pm, the overplayed remixes composed by ‘DJ NOIZ’ take over the silence that once dominated the street and the ones who had fallen deep into slumber awake with a cluster of groans and complaints. The volumes of the cringeworthy remixed songs about sex and drugs tend to gradually increase as the hours pass, until it reaches it’s booming max. Nearly every single party consists of lawns littered with dozens of empty beer bottles, random coloured lights flashing through the windows, people awkwardly dancing and, most memorably, that one foolish fight. What starts as fun and games, becomes the repetitive exchanges of “F*** You!”, and eventually develops into the violent brawl both participants will regret the next morning. It’s all fun and games until the familiar blue and red light make their usual appearance. All I can say is, ‘Karma is a …show more content…
I gratefully call this place, my home. Back in 2000, the household was covered by a meter high wired fence that was torn apart and literally gave our land no protection. The land surrounding the house was covered with lifeless gardens and a mould-covered garage. Flash forward to 2016, and every flaw from the earlier days is definitely unrecognisable or eliminated. Our fence is now wooden, tall and proud, the garden is filled with white gardenias, and the garage is finally clean enough to have parties in. The different objects around the house, each represent every family member in a different way. Our lovely garden represents my mother’s passion, the sleepout represents my sisters’ selflessness, the basketball hoop represents my little sister’s determination to achieve her goals (pun intended), and the cars represent how hard-working my father is. The house overall represents our family, as a whole, because the longer we stayed there, the more the Lui-Tatafu family improved their lifestyle and adapted to all the obstacles that were in the
Though, knowing the notorious ways of the eldest siblings of my generation, that well-deserved sleep will only begin when the party finally ends. You’re probably wondering what party, right? To be completely honest, I don’t really know myself, but as soon as the clock strikes 11pm, the overplayed remixes composed by ‘DJ NOIZ’ take over the silence that once dominated the street and the ones who had fallen deep into slumber awake with a cluster of groans and complaints. The volumes of the cringeworthy remixed songs about sex and drugs tend to gradually increase as the hours pass, until it reaches it’s booming max. Nearly every single party consists of lawns littered with dozens of empty beer bottles, random coloured lights flashing through the windows, people awkwardly dancing and, most memorably, that one foolish fight. What starts as fun and games, becomes the repetitive exchanges of “F*** You!”, and eventually develops into the violent brawl both participants will regret the next morning. It’s all fun and games until the familiar blue and red light make their usual appearance. All I can say is, ‘Karma is a …show more content…
I gratefully call this place, my home. Back in 2000, the household was covered by a meter high wired fence that was torn apart and literally gave our land no protection. The land surrounding the house was covered with lifeless gardens and a mould-covered garage. Flash forward to 2016, and every flaw from the earlier days is definitely unrecognisable or eliminated. Our fence is now wooden, tall and proud, the garden is filled with white gardenias, and the garage is finally clean enough to have parties in. The different objects around the house, each represent every family member in a different way. Our lovely garden represents my mother’s passion, the sleepout represents my sisters’ selflessness, the basketball hoop represents my little sister’s determination to achieve her goals (pun intended), and the cars represent how hard-working my father is. The house overall represents our family, as a whole, because the longer we stayed there, the more the Lui-Tatafu family improved their lifestyle and adapted to all the obstacles that were in the