We have like — there’s two houses on my street that, like, we play with them all the time. One to the left and one, like, diagonal. And then there’s another person, she lets us use her yard, she’s really nice. And across the street, there’s these, uh, grandma and grandpa, and they’re really nice.
But then, like, diagonal, there’s these old people that don’t like us at all. Like, once we were – so we were having a snowball fight in the winter and this – his driveway had no snow on it. And then we threw a snowball and missed. So one singular snowball hit that – hit the pavement, and right away he opened the door and screamed at us, “Thanks a lot, Jack Frost.” And it was like this old guy, and yeah. So then – they don’t like us.
And then – but then down our street there’s a park, and across from the park there’s this ‘nother family that we’ll play with once in a while, but other than that not really.