Day 132

Day 132

Teddy is in da ghettos...


These guys must have been the toughest kids I've seen to this day. Living in public housing, smack in the middle of the city, with only used bikes and a slightly deflated ball to play with, makes these little kids rough. The girls were fine, they smiled and fell in love with the camera but the boys got pissed when I kicked the ball around. All of a sudden I hear a roar behind me and this fat boy on a quad bike three times his size comes flying by and nearly knocks me and 3 of the kids over. My maternal instincts came out and I wanted to point a paw and tell him that what he did was dangerous, but I love my paw and I didn't want to lose it. Two kids no older than 14 were parked nearby smoking a cigarette and acting cool like they own the property and I was trespassing. 


Yea... Bet thats your dad's car and you thought you were a rebel because your underage and you're driving it. Well been there done that buddy. 


But. With all honesty. These kids were kids and they made due with old bikes and balls and they were neighbours that came down from their flats and played together. It was a proper community. A scary one but they all knew each other and respected each others boundaries. I see kids all the time but for some strange reason they own blackberrys and find soccer balls passe unless it was an organised game or on the playstation. These girls didn't wear matching socks yet regular girls these days wear juicy track pants with mini boots that makes them look like tiny women. 


Ghetto kids are officially the shizzle...