Day 4: Earliest childhood memory

My earliest childhood memory is when I was 5 years old and my mom moved us from a nice, (then) modest, suburban Inkster, MI home to the projects on 7th Ave in Newark, NJ.


There was like 100 of us, or more, living up in there. A huge culture shock from the life my little self was accustomed to. We stayed on the 10th floor, and the elevators NEVER WORKED.

When I would talk to my grandmother back home in Michigan, I would tell her that I missed it there and ask if there was still grass outside. 😂😂😂 There was no grass in the projects. Just dirt and bricks.


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