I moved in to my small neighborhood at age 4. I bonded with my first neighbor quickly (I had no choice they were my grandparents). My family hadn’t yet met the other neighbors when their was a knock at the door. That was the beginning of many confusing encounters due to our names. In our neighborhood I am known as T and she is known as G; but at school we still get confused if you look at our yearbook from high school my picture can be found accompanied with her last name! Noemi is a beautiful name but two in one small neighborhood is a total fail.

My apartment on the northside of chicago had a series of pine trees next to the fence bordering our yards. For about three years, I always considered them to be very nice with a large collection of what appeared to be fallen pine cones littering the ground.  It turned out, however, that the nearly 300 small cylindrical objects were YEARS worth of dog turds that our neighbor had launched over the fence.  Thank you sir, for your neighborly spirit!

My neighbors kids play at my house all of the time. Seriously, if we were serial killers they would be dead and our neighbors wouldn’t know for days. They walk into our house without knocking and occasionally we find them in the back yard without our permission. Anyways, our 3 year old son was playing out in the garage one day when unbeknownst to us the neighbors little boy came over and started playing hide and seek with him.

We were getting ready to leave at the time so we came outside, put our 3 year old in the car and started backing out of the drive way. As the garage door was shutting we see the ice chest lid pop open and the neighbor kid jump out. Had we not been looking he would have been stuck in our garage for about 6 hours!! Neighbor Fail!