Angry and Aware

I grew up in a nice house, in a nice neighborhood, with nice people surrounding me. I didn't have to worry about the people walking up and down the street or whether or not I had to lock the windows on the first floor of my house. I grew up in safety.When I moved to Boston, I took the idea of safety with me. I walked alone at night with my headphones in, although my heart picked up speed whenever a man--or worse, group of men--came down the sidewalk in my direction. I once stayed out all nigh...