Most kids in my school brag about the neighborhood they grew up in.  “Oh, I live on blah blah and Campbell” or “I live in the hood.” Or sometimes they brag about where they live and use the excuse that, “they moved into this lame ass neighborhood.” Half of the time they’re not from where they say they grew up in, that one of the things that really bothers me.  I mean, if you ask me where I’m from, I’ll gladly say I live right by midway. I didn’t grow up in a bad neighborhood; I grew up in a pretty calm area. No gang banging, no violent crews. It’s a pretty peaceful area. Want to know the best part of it? Well for me, I get pretty lonely and bored. There are days where it’s cool and sunny outside; it’s just a day you don’t want to waste inside. A couple blocks away from my house, deep inside the “village” (that’s what they call the area I live in) there’s a park. It’s not just any park; it’s the park that raised me. I grew up in this park. What I loved most about this park was being able to look back and say “yup, that’s my park, the park that raised me.”  This [ark made my childhood the best. The moment I was able to walk, the first place my parents would take me was the playground at Lawler Park. From there I grew up and started playing basketball and realized how, much I loved it. Id practice up there every day just shooting around until the sun went down. There’s times where I would be in the worst of moods and I’d just go have a late night shoot around.  Lawler Park is a park is a place where everyone gets along and enjoys themselves.  Lawler Park is home.