I live in a neighborhood where everybody knows everybody, outsiders rarely come around, and when they do they don't last very long. My neighborhood is my community. I have love for them and they have love for me. I love how I'm like the only person going to school and I feel no pressure to change that. Everybody takes pride in my successes and makes me want to do. But you aren't just accepted on day one. It can take months maybe even years before you become "one of us". It's not like an initiation, where you take some test or do sum ridiculous task and get in. It's more along the lines of an interview. I say this because people have to get an idea of what kind of person you are. They have to know if they can trust, if they can rely on you. You have to prove yourself in order to be accepted. Otherwise, you will be exiled or,  even worse, ignored. I've been living in this community for 6 years now. I've seen many people come,and many people go, but I can recall a person more recent. There once was a man named Noah. He was a loud mouthed braggadocios kind of guy who loved to start problems and rarely finished them. One day he messed with the wrong guy and was dipped and kicked into the ground. That was them showing mercy. When he tried it again his punishment was worse.Luckily for him he didn't die, but I haven't seen him around since. This is a pro and con of my community. A violent sense of protection is what is a norm around here. I may not like it, but I have learned to accept it for what it is, necessary.