I remember vividly growing up as a child like is was yesterday. My family always lived in the city on the east side, in predominately-black neighborhoods all our life. The house were big three stories row houses.The neighborhoods were very friendly and everyone respected each other. Children respected their elders and parents corrected their children. Everybody looked out for each other. ( What happen to those good old days) There were grocery stores on every corner, and the milkman delivered eggs and milk at your door.