Theme Week 4 a little more true

I was on Long Hill Rd., in Waterbury CT. and decided to drive through the Berkely Project to reminiss about growing there. Driving around, I remembered how we used to nail milk crates, and bike rims to the telephone pole so that we could play basketball in the street. The manhole cover was always home plate when we played kickball.

The red brick buildings are still run-down with graffiti and broken windows. It was home though even if it was the projects. I was driving past the apartment building where my gramma lived. I looked at the stoop where we used to sit and remembered eating our Icees and spitting out our watermelon seeds.

I drove around the corner to the other side of the complex and found myself on school road. There was a lot of bad stuff that happened there. It was not a safe area back in the day. There was a lot of drugs, getting robbed, and getting beat up that happened on school road.

I was driving toward the exit of the Berkely Projects and before leaving I stopped to think. I thought about growing up on Long Hill Rd. then and living in Maine now. I thought about how different the culture is in Maine.