In this chapter you get a sense of how terrible this neighborhood is and how the people there have become accustom to their environment. When my mom was a young child she lived in a terrible neighborhood and would tell me stories about how she would pick up glass tubes in the road and collect them because they were all different colors and she wanted to have all the colors of the rainbow. I came to find out that these glass tubes were really glass pipes that she would take home and keep in her yard. She went to a school that was half Spanish and half English so she wasn't learning much in school because of the time that would be wasted when she would have to sit through the Spanish half of class being only an English speaker. When she moved to another city she was held back because she didn't learn enough in the school she was in before and this district was too far ahead. This was my moms upbringing which was so different from mine. I lived in a safe neighborhood growing up surrounded by old people who retired to the beach town I lived in and other families of the students I went to school with. I could ride my bike and walk around my neighborhood at the age of 6 without a worry. I never heard of anyone being shot or stabbed or really much violence growing up. The beach town I lived in was quiet and not many people were even out in the off season and when it was warm the beach would fill up with people and tourist would come around to liven things up. My mom and me didn't have the same surrounds as kids and this makes up different in many ways but she got herself out of the bad neighborhood and to a place where I didn't have to go through what she did so you can only hope that some of those kids in the stories fin there way out too.
https://propertyclub.nyc/article/most-dangerous-neighborhoods-in-nyc
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