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My Life, My Joy, My Pain Page. 12


My Life, My Joy, My Pain Page. 12

Chapter. 2 | Page. 12

“My Neighbor-Hood…”


I wasn’t a bad child growing up. I was never the hard head type of kid or anything close to it, one of the main reason being, I was my mother’s only child for quite a while, therefore I pretty much got her full attention and anything that I wanted or needed; if it was affordable at least. I never really wanted for much as a child though. I remember and acknowledged that we never had a whole lot, so I developed contentment early on. My family was also a heavy praying type of family. My Nana kept us in church, we couldn’t escape that, myself nor any of my second cousins, because their grandma is my grandmother’s sisters and all of them were church ready four days a week…..


I very seldomly went passed our near by park, if even that far, but the park was all you needed as a child. We had the Candy lady directly across the street from us, so when we needed a snack the store never seen our faces. Those quarters bought home-made rice crispy treats lol. That lady knew the whole hood name by name and face by face and probably what every last one of us wanted before you even asked her for it.


I had a few close friends in Monroe Heights. Marcus and Mark, White boy Darrel, Matt and Lonzo. We hung out everyday just chilling letting our childhood pass as we watch the older kids and adults do their thing, all we could do was make away to have fun while awaiting our time to be a big person. But in our hood things were wild, therefore we seen so much more movie like things than regular suburbia kids on the regular, almost everyday. I can recall this one time me and a few of us were in the park and I guess there was a chase or something, so police had to get out and get on foot. So after a while there came a gang of older guys from around the way that broke in to the police car lol we were looking like wtf… But that was life back then though. That was everyday life in my Neighbor-Hood.


To Be Continued next Monday…


My Life, My Joy, My Pain… The Autobiography


A: Marvelous Thought By: Marvel


“My Life, My Joy, My Pain Page. 12” was A Marvelous Thought by: Marvel Saffold from his Autobiography “My Life, My Joy, My Pain” © Copyright Marlevous Thoughts 2014, All Rights Reserved.



I'm Marvel Saffold, I'm a Witblogger out of Riviera Beach, FL. I'm also a Rapper, many years ago I wasn't aware of the power of literature. Specially my literature, until I started exploiting writing in different format--from music to poetry. Having made that transition--I even surprised myself many of times. The real kicker is I tasted the power prior--in the 9th Grade. I will forever love Ms. Saunders, my English Teacher at William T. Dwyer; because it was then, in her Class that I started mastering writing literature. Years later I'm finally realizing how much of an influence Her Class had in my writing process even in music. I found myself using all that I've learned from Ms. Saunders. I love writing no matter what it is.

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