I grew up in a neighborhood, surrounded around  family. My mothers mother had 12 children, so therefore i had alot of uncles and auntieslol. We lived in a 4 bedroom mobile home , and it was very crowded. We us to fight for the bathrooms,and fuse about who turn it was to clean the dishes.I can remember for thanksgiving we would get together and had over 50 people in one house. We would laugh, and enjoy one another.

Those was the time were people were so loveable. I can remember when we use to set around and just laugh , my oldest sister, she was the clown so she did all the laughing and joking. My brothers they were crazy fun to.My grandmother, loved us so much, she would huge, us and kiss us all the time. For Christmas, you would think we had lots of toys, but we didn’t each one of us had one toy a piece, and we was very thankful for that. Because we knew that everything was on my mother and my older sisters. My friends in the neighborhood was basically my cousins, because everybody lived so close to each other. I can remember on saturadays our cousins would come over and jump on our trapoleine, it would be about 10 of us on their at one time, but we didn’t care we loved it. We fused and frought every other weekend but we always loved each other , and had each others back. My grand mother was the rock of the family and when she died i think a piece of us died. Because she was the rock of the family,. A sweet and praying woman, would loved her family.