My neighborhood is a place where one can feel at home with the familiar scent of bread being baked and old ladies standing at their fences with the day's gossip. Little children become their super-heroes and live in their fantasy worlds during the hot summer days. Couples grace the street with their presence of love, heading for the destination of lover's lane. Men cut their lawns and make plans to go fishing or hunting in their spare time.
The presence of family is visible in my community. People are mindful of each other and share in each other's joys and sorrows. In the shadows of the sunset, street corners are lobbied by talks about life and other people's business.
At night you can hear the soothing, country-like sounds of crickets as night lights shine from the porches of houses that have retired for the day. The comfort zone of one's neighborhood maybe excitement in itself, while on the contrary, other routes of entertainment entice the young. Mischief has often led many astray, and sometimes scorning voices can be heard in the night as the mischievous give their side of the story. Sometimes parents are able to save them and get them back, though many still escape the security of home.
A neighborhood is a home where an individual can find safety in being there and grow in many ways. Life is lived and the memories are stories to be told.