I belong in Humboldt Park. I‘ve lived in this neighborhood since I was ten years old. In the time I’ve lived here I’ve seen the community transform. Your classmates were your neighbors, and every day without fail I could spot a friend on my walk to school. During the warmer parts of the year, the elotera would stand outside the gates of the school and after the bell rang became swarmed with students ready for an afterschool snack. The most popular snack was always an icee, and as I sat around my friends they would teach me how to say it in Spanish. Raspado- and I with my imperfect accent would never say it correctly, but it made no difference, to my friends and I, I was apart of them now. Most may think in order to fit perfectly within a community