My parents have lived in the same house for as much of my life as I can remember. It was a pretty quiet neighborhood growing up. All the kids were friends because we went to the same school, and the whole area would get together in the summer for BBQs and go to each other's Christmas open houses.
But, unfortunately, that has since changed...my parents have new neighbors and they're just the worst. They're so strange and I kid you not, one dad uses a conch shell to call his children back home from the park.