The Neighborhood

Growing up as a kid me and my neighborhood we’re one. All the kids knew each other we knew each-other parents and the neighborhood was like one big family.Growing my single mother would struggle financially.But we always ate and had a roof over our heads because our neighbors would help my mother. Our neighbors would help no matter the issue or problem we considered ourselves a family.

About This Story

  • Project: We Are Here
  • Date submitted: 2018-09-18 00:00:00
  • Emotional tone: Positive
  • Who should know about this? Everyone

About the Storyteller

  • Community: Boynton Beach
  • Age: 51-60
  • Gender: Female

How the Storyteller Interpreted Their Story

Note: Responses which fell closer to the middle (between two or three options) are shown as two dashes.
  • In your story, why did people act the way they did? --
  • My story relates to: --
  • Why did things happen in the story I told? Upbringing, yes, but also a choice
  • The lesson in your story is: Keep tradition
  • In my story, problems are solved by: Members of the community
  • My story teaches us to: Always look to traditions of the past
  • My story teaches us that: The community has total control
  • My story teaches us that: The community is resilient
  • My story teaches us that: The community is stable

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