Written By Bianca Bewley

 Juggalos, hobos, hoodlums, downtown kids… Whatever you may call them I’m sure you’ve seen them. These were the people that I called family when close friends and true blood relatives turned their backs on me. We were a very diverse group, ages ten and up and any race. The ever so famous “circle” was where we hung out, before it was considered loitering. (The cement benched half circles on either side of the path just before the tunnel leading from the downtown mall to old Sacramento. ) We were a bunch of misguided and troubled youth just trying to get by.

The “downtown” kids get a bad wrap because of the pan handling and every so often dine and dashing or sneaking into the movie theaters. Let’s face it though, we all have a wild side. Our appearances didn’t help much, but who is anyone to judge based on that? It’s what’s on the inside that matters and getting to know these people, I’d pick the poorest of kids that dress terrible over a snotty kid who has been handed everything. They don’t know the the meaning of life and haven’t had the chance to truly build character or discover themselves as people.

All in all, don’t judge a book by its cover and if someone’s appearance discourages you, take the time to think about what they’ve been through. Put yourself in someone else’s shoes for a day and I think the whole world would shift its balances to a much happier place. Fellow man helping one another as it should be.