Growing up in the mid-to-late ’90s in London, you start seeing the explosion of drum’n’bass and then the birth of U.K. garage and grime. I decided to focus a lot of my energies as an aspiring MC. It was a very natural way to express yourself as a kid from a certain kind of neighborhood.
I wrote about real people and real circumstances and real neighborhoods. There was no crypt or castles or H.P. Lovecraft-type environments. They were just about normal people who had something bizarre happening to them in the neighborhood.
The most important decision I’ve made in business? The choices of people I have around me. When I first started I brought everybody with me, my homies from the neighborhood, criminals. I just said, ‘Come on everybody, we made it.’ Then I had to realize we didn’t make it. I made it.
It was something I was dreaming about, to be in WCW or WWE. At that time, it was an escape for me, out of the norm from being a neighborhood kid.
Well, I grew up in a tough neighborhood.
I know a lot of people who are weak, who are in a perpetual cycle of poverty and being locked up. There are guys from my neighborhood who are in jail or who are dead. It does take a certain strength to know your environment and say, ‘I can grow beyond it.’
I grew up in a blue-collar neighborhood and was raised by a man who did not emote, ever… I always cry at movies, and when I was a kid, I would try to hide it. It wasn’t something a kid in Oaklyn, N.J., did. So I have these weird hang-ups about emotions.
I was born in a neighborhood called the Third Ward.
I grew up in a great neighborhood, and I remember that you just walked out the front door, and you had a ton of friends to hang out and play with.
In my neighborhood growing up, 8, 10,12 kids were the norm. Those stay-at-home moms would handle so much physically and emotionally. Even in my early teens, I could tell those ladies were something.
I wanted to become a champ – I was surrounded by champs in my family and in my neighborhood – and because of this stupid accident, I lost my opportunity.
I grew up in a neighborhood that was surrounded by farms. There was a horse farm behind me and dairy farms on either side.
My five-year-old, before the quarantine, joined a chess class in our neighborhood in Brooklyn, and my husband was learning to play so that they could play against each other.
Under Vladimir Putin, Russia has embarked on a systematic challenge to the West. The goal is to weaken the bonds between Europe and the United States and among E.U. members, undermine NATO’s solidarity, and strengthen Russia’s strategic position in its immediate neighborhood and beyond.
You can almost liken ‘Bad Samaritan’ to ‘Funny Games’ because it’s that theme of horror just down the street in your neighborhood.
I had gone from being married with a kid, two cars, garage, nice house in a nice neighborhood to all of it gone.
In my neighborhood, people were truckers and teachers and store clerks and bus drivers and everything else under the sun. But what they all had in common was that everyone was dependable and worked really hard. We all got what we needed, but it didn’t always come easy.
In the early ’50s, my great-grandmother and grandfather raised a baby gorilla named Bobo who wore clothes and played with the neighborhood kids.
My neighborhood was normal. I had a neighborhood where everyone knew everyone. Typical American upbringing. Sometimes we got into trouble, but everyone watched after each other, so if my parents didn’t see me making trouble, another family would tell them.
A neighborhood friend showed me how it was possible to go to a camera shop and pick up chemicals for pennies… literally… and develop your own film and make prints.
I grew up in Chillum Heights in the Washington, D.C. area., and it was never a garden spot. When guys go, ‘Hey, when I grew up, my neighborhood was tough, and it was this and that’… the reality is that it was just a terribly sad place. And thank God, I was able to escape it.
I grew up in a very racially integrated place called Pottstown. It was an agricultural / industrial town which has since become a suburb of Philadelphia. I grew up basically in a black neighborhood.
‘Speechless’ is first and foremost a show about a family that doesn’t have a ton of money, but they move into a really crappy house in a really nice neighborhood so their kids can go to a nice school.
Americans overall may live better than medieval aristocrats could dream of, but that means nothing when oligarchs live in the neighborhood next door, flaunting their luxurious homes and top-quality private schools.
Everyone is treating it like a Hollywood story. In Madison, it’s a neighborhood story.
Where I grew up, we had the three TV networks, maybe two radio stations, no cable TV. We still had a long-distance party line in our neighborhood, so you could listen to all your neighbors’ phone calls. We had a very small public library, and the nearest bookstore was an hour away.
Around 1969, my family had just bought a house in a lower-middle-class white neighborhood two blocks away from school. Then, all of a sudden, all the white people left the neighborhood and the school.
I was part of that group of kids growing up in the ’80s under the Reagan regime, what I used to call ‘living in the shadow of Dr. Manhattan,’ where we would have dreams all the time that New York City was being destroyed, and that that wall of light and destruction was rolling out and would just devour our neighborhood.
It’s tough growing up where I grew up. My family is very small and really tight. Just being around the neighborhood, my brothers were always around. I didn’t want to be in any trouble because I knew my mom or brothers would find out. I didn’t want to hurt their feelings. I just tried to do everything right.
Books in a large university library system: 2,000,000. Books in an average large city library: 10,000. Average number of books in a chain bookstore: 30,000. Books in an average neighborhood branch library: 20,000.
The success of Boston’s economy is intertwined with the health and well-being of every neighborhood.
I remember one winter, when I was about five or six, I spent three days with another boy, tracking a bobcat that had been sighted in another county fifty miles away, but which I was sure had come into our neighborhood.
I think it’s very important to support those who can’t help themselves – children, animals – and especially to do so in your own neighborhood.
My father’s best friend, Georgie Terra, was an Italian guy. The children and the cousins and nieces and nephews were children of the Mafia. Those were the children he grew up with. If you want to go to a safe neighborhood, go to where the Mafia is.
I’m an only child and grew up in a bad neighborhood. My parents weren’t well-off, but they would save up to get me video games. Games were something I did because I couldn’t really go outside where bad things were going on.
I was really lucky to grow up in an extremely diverse neighborhood.
When I was 7, an old lady was driving too fast in my neighborhood and hit me with her car. I was running out of the house, and when I got halfway into the street, my mom saw the car and yelled for me to run back. As I turned around the car hit me, dragged me five houses down the road, and I fractured my collarbone.
It was just a typical London flat, but it was in a great neighborhood. It was across from the Playboy Club, diagonally. From one balcony you could read the time from Big Ben, and from the other balcony you could watch the bunnies go up and down.
In my neighborhood… they view the police as someone who comes to take their loved ones away.
The term ‘Sock it to me!’ was a big, big thing in our neighborhood – all the kids were saying it.
As a kid I had all kinds of questions about how I fit it with my neighborhood and friends and other Latinos.
You know, when I was a young boy I used to play baseball in my back yard or in the street with my brothers or the neighborhood kids. We used broken bats and plastic golf balls and played for hours and hours.
We will invest in our people, quality education, job opportunity, family, neighborhood, and yes, a thing we call America.
Everyone in Norman knew our block. There were five kids in our neighborhood who started at QB in high school. We had Division-I athletes from a number of sports available to play at any moment.
I constructed a laboratory in the neighborhood of Pike’s Peak. The conditions in the pure air of the Colorado Mountains proved extremely favorable for my experiments, and the results were most gratifying to me.
I wanted to make music for my people that I grew up with in my neighborhood. That’s kind of the long and the short of that whole ‘Diary’ album.
If I live near a dancer or a painter, or a clarinet player comes from my neighborhood, I take some pleasure in that, feel a little more as if I come from someplace in particular.
My mother used to wheel me about the campus when we lived in that neighborhood and, as she recounted years later, she would tell me that I would go to McGill.
I was, somewhere in the neighborhood of about 300 jumps.
In my time and neighborhood (and in my soul) there was only one standard by which a woman measured success: did some man want her?
I grew up in East Flatbush, Brooklyn. At the time I was growing up with my father – before it was gentrified – it was a very rough neighborhood. He felt that if I got into or started embracing the rap culture, I would be one step closer to being on the streets.
