Home Tour 4: In The Ghetto
Here is where my broke-ass, post-divorce mom moved us next. Brooklyn Park. We lived here from September 1 of 1985 until March of 1987.
The place was a dump. It had bugs, no air conditioning, stinky matted carpeting, an unfinished, horrifying basement, and it was, essentially, in "the hood". In my mind anyway. Remember, I was sheltered and had some pretty racist ignorant family members feeding me BS. Yes, it was technically low-income, but there was never any violence here or screaming sirens 24/7 or gunshots. Geez. I didn't know anything about bad neighboroods then.
I also had some of the best friendships when I lived here. My best friend moved in next door. His name was Matt, he had a younger brother Dillon. He was one grade higher than me in school. God, I wonder what happened to him. He and I just drifted apart after I graduated. It happens sometimes.
We lived here from 5th grade until I was almost done with 6th grade. My sister drove me back and forth from the new place to my last few months of 6th grade.
The place was a dump. It had bugs, no air conditioning, stinky matted carpeting, an unfinished, horrifying basement, and it was, essentially, in "the hood". In my mind anyway. Remember, I was sheltered and had some pretty racist ignorant family members feeding me BS. Yes, it was technically low-income, but there was never any violence here or screaming sirens 24/7 or gunshots. Geez. I didn't know anything about bad neighboroods then.
I also had some of the best friendships when I lived here. My best friend moved in next door. His name was Matt, he had a younger brother Dillon. He was one grade higher than me in school. God, I wonder what happened to him. He and I just drifted apart after I graduated. It happens sometimes.
We lived here from 5th grade until I was almost done with 6th grade. My sister drove me back and forth from the new place to my last few months of 6th grade.
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