When I was six years old, I started to get moved around from house to house. I lived in North Chicago, Illinois in a 3-bedroom red and burgundy colored house. I loved playing in the basement with my cousins and sister. We would hang a white hanger from the ceiling to act as a basketball hoop and use balled up socks to shoot baskets. We would stay down there until my granny called us up for dinner. In the summer we would play on our large patio, jump rope, house and 4-square. I lived there with my mom and sister, but we moved because my mom was selling narcotics and the police raided the house. My mom became incarcerated and that forced us to move to Alabama and live with my grandma’s family. I was very unhappy. I hated every minute
