Home to me is a place where one can feel safe and secure about themselves. It doesn’t matter where that is or how nice of an area that place is. As long as they can go to sleep happy about who they are and who their with, then that is home.
Too many times the public or the media puts too much attention on where home is for some people. For example my home is in Rancho but I live in San Bernardino, and some people from not around here would look at where I live and ask, “How can you put up with it?” I think that’s such a stupid question. I know I might not live in the nicest city in California and some people who look form the outside in don’t see all there is in my city, but nevertheless it is home to me. This is where I grew up and where’ve grown to love, and where I’ve been loved. Living in the IE I know there are better places out there but I, for one, wouldn’t move, not just for financial reasons, but rather because this is where home is, and theirs nowhere else I’d rather be then here, at home
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
R to the C
I moved to Rancho Cucamonga CA when i was about 12, around 6th grade, and I've loved it since the day we moved. Every thing wasn't as big as i was used to, previously living close to downtown San Diego, it was nice to have the trees around my house, and grass at school. I liked how it felt, almost like a small neighborhood where everyone somehow knew everyone else, or at least that's how it felt. Everyone shook hands and hugged at school and when my mom would take me into the city there were people in the stores actually talking and having a conversation, not the yelling and fighting that I've grown accustomed to from years of living in SD.
The buildings were very not skyscrapers, the highest being mearly 3 stories high if that. There was also a very distint difference between the older houses of Hellmen Rd. and the new ones on Day Creak Bolv. Also the rickidy shack houses on foothill and the huge mansions up on the foothills. It seemed like if you didn't live in the shacks below Foothill or the castles above Wilson, nobody cared about you. You were either poor or rich and that's all people really cared about.
My high school was one of the oldest high schools in the area. we didn't have the huge football stadium and fake grass to play football on. It felt like we roughed it in actual mud and dirt, while the new school up the hill got all the attention and all the money, and along with that came D1 schools recruiting all their football players and not even looking at our school even tho we ended up beating them. But that's how it is I guess the more money the more attention even if they aren't the better person.
Rancho was a great place to grow up. I discovered who I was in that city and from that knowledge I will continue to grow into a stronger and more rounded person.
The buildings were very not skyscrapers, the highest being mearly 3 stories high if that. There was also a very distint difference between the older houses of Hellmen Rd. and the new ones on Day Creak Bolv. Also the rickidy shack houses on foothill and the huge mansions up on the foothills. It seemed like if you didn't live in the shacks below Foothill or the castles above Wilson, nobody cared about you. You were either poor or rich and that's all people really cared about.
My high school was one of the oldest high schools in the area. we didn't have the huge football stadium and fake grass to play football on. It felt like we roughed it in actual mud and dirt, while the new school up the hill got all the attention and all the money, and along with that came D1 schools recruiting all their football players and not even looking at our school even tho we ended up beating them. But that's how it is I guess the more money the more attention even if they aren't the better person.
Rancho was a great place to grow up. I discovered who I was in that city and from that knowledge I will continue to grow into a stronger and more rounded person.
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