The street I grew up on

The street I grew up on is perfect for walking dogs. And that's convenient because we have two dogs. It's also perfect for walking in general. If you can imagine the outdoor tracks that you used to have in high school, with the grassy field in the middle but with houses lining the exterior and backyards on the interior, then you can imagine the street I grew up on. We moved there in December of 1998 and though it was just to the other side of the "Meadowbrook area," it was supposed to be a better area for us kids to live. No "ladies of the night" walking the streets at night, no drugies living across the street from you, and no fear of being harmed when going outside unsupervised. The only harm you could be afraid to acquire is a tree branch falling on you from the large oaks that tower over the houses.

There were only old people and other kids that were our age. When I say that I've never dealt with kids it's because on my street, all of us "kids" on the street grew up together. Eventually, they all moved away and it was just my brother, sister and me. I almost forgot to mention, there is a golf course across the street. I'm not going to tell you that we've snuck in someones backyard and onto the golf course at night, because that would be admitting to trespassing, on two different properties. But I will say that we got the occasional golf ball in our front yard.

Living on my street has made me a very open minded person--first there is my parents, who have an interracial marriage. Then are some gay/lesbian couples, a hispanic couple, some black couples, white couples, old couples, a super-religious couple, singles, widows, and divorcees. Though none of us have huge mansions, I don't wish I grew up in a "richer" neighborhood. All except 2 are one story. Ours is the biggest and oldest on the street, with about two acres of St. Augustine grass and a red bricked house on top. The rest are about 1 and a half acres and multitudes of different painting styles. Some bricked, some painted, some red, some beige and some yellow. I love the community aspect of my neighborhood. I especially like the fact that when one of our naughty yellow haired mutts finds a way to runaway, someone will always bring them back to our front door, because they knew who they belonged to.