The children of Public Housing

I sat in my car and watched two children play jump rope. I was thinking back to when I was that young and did not have a care in the world. The place that I called home (as I remember it) was nice. It was nice to me because the children of that area was nice. It was a brand new home and a diverse community and if memory serves everyone went to work every morning. Before those kids were born the community that they live in was something out of a horror story. The city cleaned it up as best as they could but the scars are still present for those of us that knew what it was like before. Will these children really find peace in a place that brought sorrow to so many at one time or another?