When I was little, the town I was growing up in California wasn't the best town. There were a few gangs that battled over various places in our neighborhood, like the city park around the corner from my home. I even remember one night some of our neighbors having a shootout in front of our home. I was sometimes scared to walk to school. I was mostly afraid of looking the wrong person in the eyes. Our mom wouldn't let me or any of my siblings walk anywhere alone. My parents finally got tired of living in that neighborhood so they luckily sold the house and we moved to Utah. Wow what a change of scenery.
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