Friday night, and the helicopter is circulating around my neighborhood beaming its bright lights. Then you could hear sirens far away but eventually they would make there way into my neighborhood, sooner or later. Perhaps it’s the loud music playing across the street, but the neighbors don’t care one bit. They play their music to the break of dawn, sometimes it would become too loud like if it were mid afternoon. My neighborhood is typically not your ordinary neighborhood. There are times when I would just love to read an article about promising students winning the school district’s Spelling Bee or a science fair, it would be most rewarding rather than a shoot out between police officers and the criminal(s). What has my neighbor become? I wish I could promise my neighborhood that everything will turn out for the best. How do I get everyone to become involved, when there is so much negative influence that surrounds my environment? What I find most importantly in my neighborhood is the value of family. I cannot say anything negative about how we come together in a time of crisis or exchanging warmly greetings with one another. Also, what’s intriguing about my neighborhood is the diversity of people we have, probably the diverse in any communities. Chollas Views is populated by Hispanics, Whites, Blacks, Vietnamese and Laotians, the extraordinary culture clashing and melting pot in San Diego. The one thing that irritates me more is the future for our children. I believe the parents are setting their children to fail, but my argument is: the lack of everyday teaching which can be bestowed to our children. How can the parents teach their children not to repeat their history when they themselves have no accomplishments to persuade? I have seen great individuals whom work very hard everyday but lack the influence and inspiration to the prospective generation. My mother’s mother worked two jobs and owned her home, she lived the American Dream. My mother had her first child at the age of fourteen, she found encouragement and sources to finish high school, and she depended on the American Dream. I pursued onwards with my education and loving and living the American Dream. My neighborhood will one day become inspired; hopefully, I can become the step or the boost to a brighter and promising future. Because the everyday trauma of teen pregnancy, gang affiliations, drug dealing is not the noir in our neighborhood. The qualities that thrill me about my neighborhood often define me as who I am and where I come from. And that’s simply the American Dream, pursing every opportunity with the freedom to believe and dream.