The place I remember where I first live in South East D.C in a house 1514 Fort Davis on a hill. That where the memories there every time I told somebody where I lived they would look at me strange. Man we were bad kids at the time almost all of us were in school after we always did are homework after changing. we would play until sunset playing soccer,biking or at the park if both parents were at home my mother stayed home and my father worked late. We had a pattern with my family and it was every day. South East was one of the many hoods in Washington D.C we were one of the roughs neighborhoods around.One I went to onetime listening to gun shoots. There was a point where we couldn't even go outside. Another night I slept in my parents room and the window got broken by a bat. South East was like hard soft candy, hard on the outside soft on the inside. Sometimes to pretend to be strong and scare people away. That couldn't handle the hood almost like an everyday test. It almost fun that people no matter the person every time I told somebody where I was from they couldn't believe it.