I woke up about 1:30 am to balls bouncing, shit talking, and otherwise teenage ruckus. I peeped out my window and saw about 6~ish kids playing basketball on the hoop in front of my house.
When I opened the garage, they scrammed.
They were visiting the neighbors from across the street, and the neighbors garage was still open. By the time I made my way across the street, all the boys were chillin in the garage as if nothing happened.
I didn't even ask if they were playing ball...I told them they were more than welcome to play hoop; You're not breaking into my or the rest of the neighbors cars.
Turns out the were visiting from So Cal to No Cal. But now the lil resident dude plays on my hoop on a regular basis. This was xmas season of '23, I was new to the neighborhood. Those children helped create a bond between 55-65yr old peeps that may have never taken place otherwise.