Crazy Neighbors--group 3!

Bike riding, playing baseball all seem normal; I’m all for a little neighborhood fun, but the other activities are the issues. The youngest girl enjoys running around barefoot next to the lawnmower, which the father doesn’t seem to notice the tiny toes next to the spinning blade. She also enjoys running toward the street unsupervised or having the volleyball pummeled at her by the older sister. The mother is always running off to the next errand or whatever she might be doing as the wild kids run amuck in the formerly serene neighborhood. The nine year old girl, scooter girl, pretends to smile that innocent smile as you drive by, but I don’t buy it. Scooter girl rides her scooter, hence the name, all over and by all over I mean our front yard, the neighbor’s driveways, the street, wherever. Is this your private property? It looks perfect to ride my scooter over and make ruts everywhere. Are you sitting in your home looking right at me? Well, why should that stop me from driving on your lawn? Some thought process similar to this must go through her head. The boy is the worst by far. They have the trampoline under their basketball hoop in the driveway so that you can jump and scream on it until one in the morning. The best creation came this summer. A bike ramp. A giant boy from down the street meets up with my neighbor to throw himself off the edge of this thing (the stupid kid that lives there never actually has the guts to do it), and he never once lands right side up. Highlight of my neighbor’s career was yelling at my mother. She nicely asked at midnight if they could start to quiet down and the brat replied, “Make me!” Bad decision. I had to hold my mother back on the porch, she would have “made him” be quiet. You would think with a pool in the backyard they might contain themselves behind their house, but no.