Personal Narrative: Playing With Food

I have lived in my neighborhood for almost eight years. Never have I thought about the amount of trash that filled every corner of the dirt road leading down to my house until recently when one of the trash debris slapped me right in the face—literally. What’s more surprising is that there were kids playing alongside these molded cheeseburgers and rotten newspapers.

Immediately, I told myself something needed to be done because I certainly wouldn’t want my kids 10-20 years from now to be playing with trash. My solution was simple, yet effective.

First, I went to the local grocery store and bought several trash bags, gloves, and an EZ Reacher tool. Then, I—along with my father and sister—went to the areas where I saw a plethora of trash and