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I don’t think I was aware that we were poor or that we lived in a high crime neighborhood. We were on food stamps. We didn’t have a car. We walked to the grocery store when we needed groceries. Mama had a folding aluminum basket with wheels that we would put our groceries in and pull them back home. I liked going to the grocery store because it almost always meant that I would get a coke. And when I needed shots or was sick enough to need to see a doctor, we would take the public bus downtown to the health department.

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