Personal Narrative: My Life In The Northside Of Houston

I'm from an uneasy neighborhood where we didn’t accept hand outs. It wasn’t the best nor the worst neighborhood. I spent all my life in the northside of Houston. Growing up and maturing was necessary in order to live up to the expectations and to be able to make it through the hard streets. It was necessary to realize that the environment was a vicious and that if I didn’t make the chang, the streets where going to eat me alive.

Not only did this environment open my eyes but it also shaped my life throughout the years. It was a rough environment, I got to witness the two kinds of life.One was to sell drugs and make the dirty and easy money.The second was to strive and make money the right andlegal way. The thing about both of these lifestyles is that in neither of them nothing was handed to you. The community in which I live in was full of temptation and very bad things. I was surrounded by a lot of people that liked to sell drug and by various types of gang members that were territorial. The community was so bad that mostly every night there were shootings. In the morning we got to witness the aftermath, which included the blood and sometimes even a dead body. …show more content…
My mom would try to hide the reality but we knew what was going on around us. My dad had a talk to me about the community we lived in and what it was like. My father never sugar coated anything and would tell me things as they were because he expected me to mature and had a lot of expectation from