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When I was growing up there were a few general rules about being outside your own home.
You don't walk on other people's grass.
You don't go up on other people's porches and mess with their stuff.
You don't go running around in people's flower beds.
And stay out of the street so you don't get hit by a car.
Things like that.
That's how I was raised and so was my husband. That's just the way it's supposed to be, right? Breaking those rules is rude. It's bad manners.
That's apparently NOT how kids are raised now.
In the past few weeks we've watched kids run over our grass and come up on our porch doing who knows what. We've watched not one, but TWO kids nearly get nailed by a car because they're friggin stupid and are running around in the street.
The day before Easter I see some of the neighbor kids TROMPING THROUGH OUR FLOWER BED "hiding eggs".
And just now, as we're eating dinner, we hear wind chimes. For some strange reason it sounds like OUR wind chimes. The one next to our office window. A look outside shows yet another neighborhood kid BANGING OUR WIND CHIMES AROUND.
Oh and look. There on the side walk are flowers from OUR AZALEA BUSH. You know, the one RIGHT NEXT TO THE HOUSE, UNDER THE FRONT WINDOW.
I'm sorry, but what the hell?
It's now OK for kids to just destroy property? Parents are really letting them do this?
The parents don't care. The parents don't watch their kids. The parents aren't around when their kid almost gets run over by a truck because they didn't bloody look when they went running into the street. And the parents sure as hell aren't teaching them manners. (Like don't rip up people's azalea bushes!).
When I was that age (we're talking 6-10 year olds here), my mom was usually out front with me, watching.
And I wouldn't have been running around on people's yards messing with their things.
No, it's not really the fact that my grass got stepped on that's the problem. And the flower will grow back. It's the fact that these kids have absolutely no respect for anyone or their property. But I'm not sure which ticks me off more - the kids or their parent's lack of involvement.
I am about to become "that neighbor". You know the one.
Mean Old Lady Hollar. The one that yells at you because you stepped on her grass.
Except hearing the way these kids talk, it wouldn't be the word "lady".
About to get out the garden hose and sit in wait,
P.S. We got our garden planted Sunday. Yay!