Writing 101: When I was Twelve

When I was twelve I lived in a housing complex for military families. It was an ideal place to grow up. Even though we were in the city, the complex seemed a world apart. Very rarely did you here sirens or see cops driving by. There was plenty of playgrounds and even a recreation center for the kids. It was the kind of place where people felt safe letting their kids roam around unattended. My brother and I freely rode our scooters and bikes around without even a second thought about “predators”. The only time I ever felt unsafe was when I was walking around in the some of the canyon landscape, where I really shouldn’t have been. I’ll never forget the time my friend had to pluck cactus needles out of my knee because I had tripped and fell on a small cactus. Needless to say I never went back into the canyon again. When I think of home, I think of that quaint little suburb in the city. I felt safe there and I haven’t felt that safe since.


Author: Tawni

Tawni is a California girl currently loving her life in Atlanta,GA. When she isn’t daydreaming or buried in a book, you’ll find her serving in her church and community. As an aspiring writer and lover of all things creative, she hopes to inspire people to not only ‘exist’ but live purpose filled lives.

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