I was here till I was five. My best friend and the first boy I really liked lived here. My nana lived here. Now I'm back again, but this time I'm sixteen.
Memories of big scary dogs barking at me are on one street. On another I remember running with my friends, all dressed as fairies.
There's the bus stop where he made me feel like I was important, and there's the park where I learned cuss words scribbled on the side of the slide with sharpie.
This neighborhood is crime filled and plain, but it's everything to me. I'm so close to having to leave, and I'm terrified.