Reflections on Two Worlds
Growing up in Oakland during the sixties seemed to be a normal way of life. We would fall asleep to gunshots and to the steady screams of the ambulances, like a confederate war cry. There was the familiar roar of Navy helicopters transporting wounded soldiers from hospital ships or Travis AFB to Oak Knoll hospital, so that people would not know how many mangled bodies were coming out of Viet Nam. I never realized the horrors of our neighborhood until my family moved. My parents finally removed us from the concrete jungle we once lived to the beautiful Alameda waterfront that became my home until I entered the service to avoid being drafted. After moving from Oakland to a one family home in Alameda, the differences were quite apparent. They truly were two different neighborhoods in two different worlds.Once settled into our new house, my brother and I began exploring. Our first stop was the tennis court down the street where I was to meet my future soul mate. Trees providing a natural windbreak surrounded the court. On the backside of the court was a small park with more trees and a basketball court. We had a boat berthed in our backyard, which my brother and I would sail on the bay when we were not o
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Some common words found in the essay are:
Viet Nam, Pepsi Coca-Cola, Paulo Freire, Moving Alameda, Paulo Freires, Growing Oakland, Living Alameda, Oak Knoll, teachers role, school alameda, racial unrest, tennis court,
Approximate Word count = 1310
Approximate Pages = 5 (250 words per page double spaced)
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