Most of our neighbors keep to themselves, and I've only met 3 houses. They've all been really nice, and I'd say in general that we probably have a decent bunch of people on our street. Another on the corner waves all the time, but I've never actually gotten to say hi.
But there is a house across the street that kind of baffles Jarrod and I. Ever since we moved, we've always seen this boy outside playing soccer. He's usually by himself, occasionally his friend comes over. Come rain or 10" of snow (remember when we got that? Yep, he was out there in shorts and a tshirt playing soccer) it doesn't deter him. It wasn't until about April that I even knew he had a sister, because I saw a friend drop her off from school one time. She must spend all her time inside, you never would have known she lived there. Kids these days...
While I applaud this mystery boy for spending time outside kicking a soccer ball around instead of playing video games all day long, it's actually super annoying listening to it. And here's the part that baffles us...
He kicks the ball against their house, and not gently either. These are like I'm-trying-to-score-a-goal kinds of kicks. Their gutters are clearly damaged, I'm sure there are dents in the garage door, their bent garage lights have all but fallen off, well actually one of them is missing. Sometimes he kicks his ball against his dad's work van too.
Apparently the parents don't care. For one thing, I've noticed they're rarely home. But still, it just blows our minds that they would allow him to do this over and over. But then again, they don't care much about the rest of the outside of their house, they're also 'those neighbors' who let their grass get 1-2 feet tall before cutting it.
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