I’ve never been embarrassed about where I’m from. I grew up in Prichard, AL, not quite the suburb of Mobile, AL. Prichard was and still is considered the ghetto or hood by most people. Primarily due to the crime rate. The city is deemed merely 1% safe on a crime index (with 100 being the safest).
My grandparents raised my siblings and I. I always thought we were safe. Crime and drugs were around us, yet they kept us grounded, taught us values and encouraged education. Lawd, Charlie Bell (granny) kept us in church. I can remember going to Sunday School, Church service, evening service and whatever program going on (LOL!); however, I wouldn’t trade those experiences for the world.
I can remember my grandparents being strict. We weren’t able to do what most kids did on the weekend – play! Honey, we were cleaning floors, dusting, laundry, shaking rugs, & anything else she thought of. We couldn’t walk to the corner store without her supervision. She would stand on the porch and watch us walk to the store and back. Looking back on it, she did better driving down there! LOL!! But those were the days!
We NEVER wanted for anything. Ever. They made sure we knew the Lord and that we could be whatever we imagined despite where we came from. I’m from the hood. And darn proud of it! 💪🏾😬