My neighborhood is a little bit of everything. At times silence takes over, and at other times racket fills the air. It is almost impossible for someone to find a parking place in my neighborhood- that is for sure- but what you always find are children running swiftly after each other while playing tag, some hiding between the bushes or the huge cars for hide-and-seek, and some, in the midst of summer hotness, eating the most delicious ice-cream cone from the most famous place in the neighborhood. Excluding winter times, merchants in my neighborhood are constantly working, lifting heavy boxes of mouthwatering vegetables, and displacing junk so as to attract the carefree kinds running around to buy. To add to that, the merchants Amo Bilal and Amo Abou Hadi almost always suffer from agitated kids wanting to buy junk from their markets but never had any money. Good thing they know all the kids’ parents in the neighborhood that would later pay them back for sure. During winter, however, the way I describe my neighborhood would be: just inert! Merchants would stock their finest vegetables inside their markets, people would be running around like frogs from one place to another to avoid the paddles of water, kids no longer playing around foolishly, and still, absolutely no place for a car to park. I remember when I was young, I always used to marvel at the magnificence of the white sheet covering the streets and the cars, and then just disappears after some hour or two. It was rare for that incident to occur, though. That was the only exciting thing about my neighborhood during winter. What was active, too, was the 24/7 gas station that was some 60m away from where I live. The station was also practically the only place in the neighborhood that had change for money. Besides that, my neighborhood is the place I have been raised up in for my whole life. If I were to choose to change it, I wouldn’t.