Growing Up, Tearing Down.

Personal memory by Nerissa Ramirez

2015Houston, TX, USA

I lived in the same house, for 18 years straight. From the day I was born to the day I moved out. The house that I lived in, was in a neighborhood that is quite old. For it being a older neighborhood, it had quite a lot of greenery and open land around it. As I grew up, I saw less of a lush green land and more of a concrete maze. More houses meant more cars to pollute the air too. Growing up, I just saw plants, trees, animals disappear more and more as building appeared all over.