Princess Javon’s Emotional Roller Coaster Life
Growing up in Hawthorne Inglewood California the neighborhoods were rough, always loud. The neighborhood was full of small houses and apartments. The apartments were very dull; it was “lacking interest lacking brightness, vividness, and sheen.” Everywhere I walked I would see a lot of women with low top shirts and skirts smoking crake. Me being so young I did not comprehend what was going on. I would go outside almost every day to play ball with my brothers and hear a lot of fighting gunshots to the head. Oh boy who would have thought growing up in California I would experience seeing stuff so gang banging and hood like. Besides all of that the people in my family would describe me as a very …show more content…
I was the youngest of some. I was not close to any of them. I could not tell them my deepest secrets. I would always be alone by myself always thinking about basketball because that’s all I wanted to do and focus on in my career at that time. Everyone in my family viewed me as someone that is always up tight and looks mean excessive. I always had a certain walk about me. People would call me a duck because I always walked like that everywhere I would go. As times and years went on people in my family would view me as a weird child because I never liked to sit down or have conversations about my feelings towards other …show more content…
I would always hide from the people around me. When the bell rung for each class till lunch time I would walk and run fast to my classes. When lunch had arrived I would order my food and go straight to the restroom and eat at one of the stalls preferable the big one at the end. They knew my big sis Destiney. She would always have my back when there were people talking trash about me. I new then that’s things were falling apart for me. I didn’t no whether to ditch school or hide behind the green busses and sit and cry all day till school was over for me. School began intense for me when I started my first year as a freshman in high school. I was excited but felt lonely in my heart. I knew it would be the same thing all over again like I was in preschool and middle school. I didn’t think nothing of it because at the time I was a little girl still finding my way. As I began to ponder and think I would always imagine myself being on a WNBA or NBA basketball team. Playing basketball was a huge dream of mines. I wanted to pursue playing basketball when I was growing up. I would spend days and days playing
Growing up in Hawthorne Inglewood California the neighborhoods were rough, always loud. The neighborhood was full of small houses and apartments. The apartments were very dull; it was “lacking interest lacking brightness, vividness, and sheen.” Everywhere I walked I would see a lot of women with low top shirts and skirts smoking crake. Me being so young I did not comprehend what was going on. I would go outside almost every day to play ball with my brothers and hear a lot of fighting gunshots to the head. Oh boy who would have thought growing up in California I would experience seeing stuff so gang banging and hood like. Besides all of that the people in my family would describe me as a very …show more content…
I was the youngest of some. I was not close to any of them. I could not tell them my deepest secrets. I would always be alone by myself always thinking about basketball because that’s all I wanted to do and focus on in my career at that time. Everyone in my family viewed me as someone that is always up tight and looks mean excessive. I always had a certain walk about me. People would call me a duck because I always walked like that everywhere I would go. As times and years went on people in my family would view me as a weird child because I never liked to sit down or have conversations about my feelings towards other …show more content…
I would always hide from the people around me. When the bell rung for each class till lunch time I would walk and run fast to my classes. When lunch had arrived I would order my food and go straight to the restroom and eat at one of the stalls preferable the big one at the end. They knew my big sis Destiney. She would always have my back when there were people talking trash about me. I new then that’s things were falling apart for me. I didn’t no whether to ditch school or hide behind the green busses and sit and cry all day till school was over for me. School began intense for me when I started my first year as a freshman in high school. I was excited but felt lonely in my heart. I knew it would be the same thing all over again like I was in preschool and middle school. I didn’t think nothing of it because at the time I was a little girl still finding my way. As I began to ponder and think I would always imagine myself being on a WNBA or NBA basketball team. Playing basketball was a huge dream of mines. I wanted to pursue playing basketball when I was growing up. I would spend days and days playing