When we first lived in our house, the neighbor's five-year old would visit the little boy on the other side of us, only problem was he crossed right up behind our back windows and would slow down and look inside the whole way! They also played in our yard.
When I went to his mother and asked that he use the crosswalk and also stop playing in our yard where my husband was collecting building materials to build a yardshed, she jut shrugged and told me that she was lucky when he obeyed her on *important* things and that it wasn't a priority for her!
The neighborhood children also decided since we weren't out in the yard during the day that our yard made a great football field. (We worked night-shift) So we'd have to go out there and ask them to not play in our yard that it was tearing up the seedlings we were trying to grow grass from and they would scowl and complain, called me a bitch at one point. One of them said "Where else are we supposed to play?" I suggested their own homes and I was told their parents forbade it!.
When I was a child, I never dared trespass into people's yards and never would have spoken back like that much less cursed.
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