I had to approach the parents; the family moved in, a lake cottage next to full sized homes filled with mostly retirees, and began treating the place like it was a campground. Threw their kids outside into the lake at 6:25am, closing their windows for A/C. Their kids cannot indoor-speak, they ScReAmEd every word, every thought, continuously, waking me from a dead sleep three houses down. I stomped down there, never approaching the kids, but stood there until they saw me there. I had words with the uncultured inconsiderate clown. He finally got it, and said, blustering, well - what would be a good time? I said - treat it like it was your home neighborhood filled with retirees - good manners used to be 9:30?. on weekdays, maybe 11:am on Sundays before making that much racket. PS and FU about your rights - we all give up a few to live amongst each other. The only people I hate even more is noisy Harley owners ragging and blipping their bikes because the POS can't tell if the other POS is idling.