Here’s a great story for you from my life.
So…
There I am in the shower.. when i hear a knock on the door. its 9pm.. on a weeknight.
I feel a bit scared, cause who knocks on your door at 9pm?
I hear Andrew call “Who is it?” and go down the stairs to open the door..
…muffled voices… but nothing else.
So i quickly hop out of the shower, open the door and tentatively call: “Anndrew?”
He asks if i’m decent I say no..
“Its our neighbors!!” he yells..
This flows into my brain.. and is spit out like a foreign language. CANNOT COMPUTE.
our neighbors? i peek around the corner.. and they burst out laughing.. cause i’m in a towel..
I go get dressed and run downstairs to greet these supposed “Neighbors”
As i reach the landing, i’m met with 3 smiling faces. two girls and a guy.. all who look
to be our age.
They present me with a bowl full of homemade peach cobbler(with an edible flower on top!!)
I am in shock… and awe.
“We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood!”
WHO DOES THIS ANYMORE??
We may often consider it, but it rarely happens.
We chat for a while. They are quirky and friendly… just like us 
They invite us to a party on friday night with pinatas and such.
Naturally.. when are there NOT pinatas at a party? :p
They also invite us to guerilla garden with them on the unclaimed piece of land near the stop sign.
This sounds not only practical, but totally “rebellious” .. and as a relatively agreeable
child.. I never did many rebellious things.
We get their names.. chat a bit more.. then they are gone.
…. what just happened?
I’m all giddy.. maybe even misty-eyed like I am prepping
for a heart warming scene in a Lifetime movie.
So I feel good..
The end.
