" A Journey Back to Our Childhood in South Central Los Angeles"

Our maternal grandmother had each of my siblings and I stay with her at some point in our lives. During that time, my mother and I shared a small two-bedroom house with her. I have memories of a drug dealer residing in the last house on the corner of our block; he had a brand new Cadillac parked in his driveway. Because of the outside environment, I was restricted to the porch and could only observe the neighborhood from that limited "safe space." Several years later, after various experiences, I ended up living with my paternal grandmother. Meanwhile, my siblings were raised by our maternal grandmother in the same neighborhood. As an adult, my brother returned to the area to record a video of the home where many of us were brought up.

---