Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A City That Changed My Life
Ever since I was a very young girl, born I should say; I grew up in a city where nothing is too dangerous but nobody appears to be safe. San Bernardino is said and proven to be the fourth most dangerous city in California. Growing up in this city has changed me as a person; mentally, emotionally, and unfortunately physically.
I remember the fear I felt every day as a child, wondering when it’ll be me next as a victim or God forbid my family. The thoughts of how that little girl raped and murdered around the corner could have been me. Crying to my mom for reassurance was worthless, she’d only constantly tell me that I was too young to think of death; but how could you pretend to be blinded by tragedies you constantly visualize each and every
I remember the fear I felt every day as a child, wondering when it’ll be me next as a victim or God forbid my family. The thoughts of how that little girl raped and murdered around the corner could have been me. Crying to my mom for reassurance was worthless, she’d only constantly tell me that I was too young to think of death; but how could you pretend to be blinded by tragedies you constantly visualize each and every