My street resides in Overland Park, Kansas. It’s a decently big cold a sac with multiple different houses that mirror each other in shape and size. I think it is rather boring to drive down due to the lack of originality in architecture. After living on the same street almost my whole life, 14 years to be exact, it defiantly feels like home. My street reminds me of my childhood and everything I did while growing up. Memories including happy times that I wish to treasure forever and sad times that I terribly wish I could erase. If someone were to ask me about my street, I would tell them about the safety of it, all the friends I made there, and why it made me love sports.

My street is located in the part of town where the crime rate isn’t very high. Growing up I was able to be outside all the time and never had to be worried about anything bad happening to me. Out of the 14 years I’ve lived here I haven’t had a single incident happen that made me feel unsafe.

When I was younger almost every single house on my street was occupied by a family that had children around the ages of me and my older brother Tyler. We instantly all became friends. It gave us people that we could always hang out with. Everyday regardless of the weather we would be outside playing some kind of sport or game. If it was the summer we would be out there from the time we woke up till the time our parents made us come in for bedtime only stopping shortly for food and water breaks. During the school year we would be out there from the time we got home from school till the time our parents made us go inside to do homework. Always having fun, cracking jokes, and laughing you could say we were all inseparable.

Sadly for me they were all guys. Out of all the kids around my age I was the only girl which left me without anyone to do typical girl things with. That surely didn’t stop me from hanging out with the guys and having fun. I thank them that it never bothered them that I was a girl and it never made them not want to hang out with me. I would play all the sports with them including wiffle ball, basketball, and even tackle football. I think what helped me fit in was that I could beat almost all of them at every single sport we played. I remember we would have one on one basketball tournaments on my driveway and they would always be sure they could beat me but I would always end up destroying them every time. My favorite memory would for sure be having big wiffle ball games at the end of the street.

Over time each and every single one of my friends ended up moving out leaving my family the only ones left since the houses were made. It was always sad to see each of them go. I’m glad that I was able to grow up with them and make all the memories that I still find my self thinking of and smiling about to this day. Now my street is full of families with children younger than me doing the same things we used to when we were that age.