When you wake in the morning, you could smell fresh sea salt, the stinge of rottin animals that were dumped on the seawalls and the stench of exhaust fumes from the vehicles on the high way. On the outskirts of a small metropolis and on the costal belt, a semi suburban Village called KITTY can be found. A part of the city of Georgetown. Kitty is known for its numerous Chinese restaurants, night clubs, a market and swinging night life. The Village is a hotspot was a hotspot for the young and idle, sitting on street corners until the wee hours of the morning is a norm. The Village is made up of ten streets running east to west and three running north to South. On many of these street corners, venders can be found selling from fruits, snacks, bread or cigarette. Whenever mum needed groceries we rarely went to the supermarket, we would climb onto our bicycles, and off we went, destined for the Kitty market. The market was located on the main road, it’s name Alexander Street. Alexander street ran from north to south, from the seawall to the Police Station and is about 0.75 of a mile long. All the action happens on Alexander Street, not in any of the access roads or the ally ways, but on Alexander Street. In the afternoon, after schools are out school children would line the pavements, although they were no schools on Alexander Street, kids from the neighboring school districts like Thomas lands or Campbellville would walk over to kitty, which wasn’t too far. They would stand on Alexander Street and wait on the more entertaining mini busses, to take them to their destinations. After four (4pm) the streets would be almost life less, the kids were either home or at after school classes. At about five (5pm) the streets were alive again, with the kid’s from after school lessons were out on the corner waiting for buses and the kids that lived in kitty had started to roam the streets. When darkness fell, kitty took on a whole new crowd, the young adults who had nothing better to do with there time, society’s lowlifes, and young men mostly who had just returned from work, took to the streets.and they were the ones who were on the corner till midnight or even later. Kitty was a great place to live, but like any other place, there are times when they were surprises. The one I will always remember one evening, in the summer of 2005 kitty went into total darkness, blackout as it was well known as. During this time people are hardly ever on the streets. Our generator was low on fuel, so my sister and I decided to take the flash light and head for the Gastation to get some fuel. The streets were blanketed with darkness and there was no one to be seen, just a few police vehicles. We were on our way back home, when all of a sudden we heard it, gun shots, and rapid gun shots. My sister and I stood there in total shock, “what on earth is going on?” And then, within the blink of an eye, the streets were crowded, people came sprinting from all directions. Some were even in their night gowns. Everyone was just standing there, whispering to themselves. And the loud sirens and flashing lights of more police vans can be seen and heard from a distant. Still not knowing what had happened and being scared to death my sister and I held hands and ran until to our home. The generator was still running and that’s when we saw it. On the news flash on N.C.N. one of the guys who had broken free from prison a few months ago was shot in a house just around the corner by the police. After learning what had happened, my sister and I learned a valuable lesson. Not to go out in the village at any power outage (blackout).