In college, I volunteered with a group that held kid’s clubs in the inner city. We focused on one neighborhood in Clearwater. We would go into the neighborhood, pick up the kids, (with the permission of their parents) and walk them across the street to a field to play games, sing songs, and such.
The neighborhood was old. The buildings were fairly run down and the whole of it was tan and dingy. The street of the neighborhood made sort of a “U” shape arrangement. And at the bottom of that “U” was a tree.