I grew up in a poor, yet beautiful neighborhood called Grant Hill. Grant Hill is my wonderland and although I aspire more in life, Grant Hill has become a piece of me. Grant Hill is where I still live, furthermore; as time passes the neighborhood changes. As a consequence, so do the people who come and leave, nonetheless I still identify this as home. In this neighborhood I met my closest friends Ruby, Jenny and Saraid who until this day, resemble a sister bond between us. It was here where I received the opportunity to witness other kids grow, hear crazy stories as well as interact with my neighbors and cousins to approximate an enormous family. I learned to accept responsibility for my mistakes and to maintain my head up even if I failed
