Writing this gives me the opportunity to tell you what it was like when I was growing up in South Dallas. I can truly say that I enjoyed it! It wasn’t like the 9th Ward in New Orleans, Louisiana, but it was enough for me to grow up in a close knit family and a community environment that became personal among several classmates, church members, and school teachers. Also, at times, living in the hood became a nightmare. Always around 12 mid-nights, you could hear gun shots blasting like police sirens. The only difference was, there were no sound of police sirens ever after theses random shots blasted the mid-night air. The type of ethic enclave my grandparents and mom, provided was their ideal of providing the best shelter that they could for
