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I've known my neighbors ever since I moved to the neighborhood. I thought they'd be like a bully, horrible and would make my life like living in hell or something, but no, it was the other way around. Ten neighbors in all.
My neighbors are fabulous and they're the sort of people you can rely on and trust. I'd also say that they are also part of my life, they are helpful, kind, life saver and generous.
I remember when I locked myself out of the house and I was bawling my eyes out [don't start, I was nine], the next door neighbor came out and asked what was wrong, so I explained everything to her, she invited me to her house, I know you're not suppose to go to stranger's house, but she was ever so nice- and she made me hot chocolate and such and we talked a lot, until my Mum came home and all. So, we all became friend. They also looked after us when my parents went away to London with a major problem.
Their children were so nice, two of them are my best friend. And the elderlies, bless them, aren't evil or anything, they're just so nice that we always want to go to their place and help them out.
Our neighborhood are so quiet, you'd only near the sound of kids playing outside. It's only noisy when we're all taking part in celebrations like birthdays, Christmases and such.
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