“Sheesh, it's cold,” I exclaimed as we left the Bridgeport terminal in the middle of December . Walking has never been my favorite activity,although it became an activity I participated in often, As a 9 year old child with a single mother and younger siblings at that moment I would've never guessed that my transition into adulthood would begin between the slums of section 8 apartments and the 'not so perfect' but better homes on the Bridgeport / Trumbull city line. Every weekend I woke up to a note from my mother explaining what needed to be done and how to execute it. Being home alone with a Baby and a five year old was the most responsibility and stress you could give a 9 year old. Simple home alone rules like don't open the door for