I spent the first 12 years of my life living in a tiny yellow wooden-frame house in the heart of South Oklahoma City. It was located at the corner of SW 33rd and Santa Fe, only a block or two from the area where the Video Vigilante cruises for people to put on Maury Povich.
From my Vietnam vet neighbor who would occasionally pace around his backyard screaming "Murder" to the night my family and I watched a Mexican gang vandalize our neighbor's house through the living room window, I have a lot of fond memories about my neighborhood. I still don't know why my family moved when I was 12.