Failure for me was the position I was stuck in as a child, my family was stuck with few resources and stayed in the same neighborhood. In order for my expectations about my life to be where they are now, they asked me to live with that failure. My mother didn't have a perfect plan for us, but she did have certain expectations for me and my siblings. He expected us to go to school and come home. Unlike the Shell neighborhood, we couldn't let the kids play outside because you never knew what was going on in the streets. We didn't have the back yard or the front yard, but my brothers and I will find ways to have fun. We got creative, but even coming from a lower class community there was always one brother who always thought more than the other