Raindrops splash wildly as I sit underneath the tin rain shelter my Dad built when I was a kid. Looking out at our home, the place I was raised and received so many memories from; I felt pain. Knowing that this house soon will be knocked down breaks my heart on so many different levels. This place was my home. The only place I found security in this dark and scary world. I knew every crack and crevice of this house like the back of my hand. The rusty red roof is faded now and the windows are shattered from bullets bursting through the glass.....All Rights Reserved