Daviya Green grew up in the Hill, right up the street from Long Wharf. The oldest of four, she remembers a full house, with one or two cousins crashing with their family at all times. Which “was fun when I was younger,” she recalled, “but mostly because I didn’t realize the poverty and things that were going on around me.” As she got older, she started to recognize “that things were not as sweet as they looked. It was an experience to see how impoverished the city really was.