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The rules of life were different in Idaho from those in California. In Idaho, I trusted everyone. There were no locks on our doors. Strangers were welcomed without questions or fears. Because the winters were harsh in Idaho and the roads were often closed, my parents used to rent a small apartment in town for us. Whoever needed or wanted to stay in town just stayed there. I didn’t like to miss school, so I often stayed there when the roads were closed. Sometimes, when I was eight or nine years old, I would stay in town for a week or more at a time by myself. Mom always left money in the cupboard, so I just climbed up and got some money and went to Safeway or the Pastime Cafe. No one seemed surprised to see a little girl by herself. The people at the store helped me find what I wanted. The waitresses at the Pastime always gave me a big dessert, and the little old woman down the hall used to tap on my door to invite me over for cookies and TV. My parents never worried about me, and I never even thought about being afraid. The world I knew was safe, and the people in it were kind. If I needed help, I could ask almost anyone. There were a few town drunks, but almost no crime and no drugs.
In San Francisco, I soon learned that I was not to trust anyone. Every door was locked. Nobody trusted strangers. When I first went downtown in San Francisco, I smiled and said “hello” to everyone. People often answered me, but they did it with very strange looks on their faces. Some of the other students decided I needed protection because I didn’t have enough brains to survive on my own in the city. They told me not to look at people and not to talk to strangers. They showed me how to hold my purse so that it would be hard to steal. After awhile, I noticed that people really weren’t the same. They didn’t look at me when they walked down the street; they looked through me. When I tried to tell a young woman on the bus how beautiful her baby was, she glared at me, tightened her arms around her baby, and turned away. She was afraid of me. Her baby was growing up in a world of locks and strangers whom she needed to fear. The streets seemed full of drunks, addicts, and thieves. I realized I needed to be afraid of strangers, too, to protect myself.
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