In you first reply to me, you gave the impression that environment means the neighborhood you live in. I consider the term to mean neighborhood you live in, but more importantly the household you were raised in.
Were you raised in a household where you got home training and values and taught the difference between right and wrong?
Good question. The answer is...both really.
My mother's father is/was Army (and this is the 70's too

) so his word was LAW in the house.
My father's father sold heroin (I think, my dad has never clarified what "dope" meant but it was the 70's so I assumed. Could have just been weed I guess) but kept it on the DL and was SUPER strict about money and discipline in general because he had to keep shyt in line in case them folks came knocking.
So my parents actually thought they were lenient in comparison. They talked to us a lot about why this, why that, how much they didn't want us to be like my uncle (doing 15 for manslaughter at the time) but the truth was...
The neighborhood kids' parents didn't give a fukk about ANYTHING
My kindergarten classmates cussed at their parents
They stole from church
By the time we was 10 they pretending to go to the bus stop and then hanging around vacant apartments all day
I thought all that was what cool kids did

So I was a follower at times but I KNEW for a fact that mama was going to be waiting around the corner with that tore up ass leather belt
So at times, the ONLY reason I went to school, or did my science fair project, or turned down a black & mild was mama's belt. I really did want to fit in and do all those things but I knew what the other side was gonna be.
When I came home for the holidays in college I left my "merch" wrapped up in clothes in an HVAC vent in my apartment. I would never try my mama like that. I only found out my dad was an ex dboy because when my brother got arrested she let it slip that he was "just like his damn daddy with that shyt." I was like 16 then and had no idea that he and my granddad used to rock like that.
I started selling cus my brother was my idol and when he was on he was truly the coolest most genuine motherfukker I've ever met. I miss him every day.
Anyways that got long. Short version is, I have no doubt that if my mama didnt beat my ass that the neighborhood would have took me.