Then the first day we moved to our new apartment complex, we played with all the new neighborhood kids. We had a family across from us that used to go through the trash for food and clothing. They were a bit odd. Then we had neighbors on the second floor who was a girl who lived with her aunt and brother. Our neighbors on the 3rd floor had kids our age and then there was a family who lived in a stand alone house across from us. We all were so close there, too. Then we moved again 3 years later....and was never close to our neighbors again.
I was thinking about this actually yesterday. Our house used to seem like the go-to house to borrow eggs, sugar, milk, and even freaking tuna fish! Everyone stayed over our house, my father was like the father SOME of the other kids didn't have. He gave out money and presents for good report cards. It was such a nice time.
We hardly know our neighbors now and I do really miss that community feel. Especially now that I haven't seen my family or friends back home in so many years
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