I realize that we're new to the neighborhood. I realize the house has been empty for over a year. I realize that these kids have been living in this neighborhood for (more than likely) all their short lives.
But every time I see one of the countless neighborhood kids making their way through my lawn, barefoot or on their bikes, dressed in their summer clothes and enjoying their summer vacation with friends - all I can think is 'Get off my lawn! Stop cutting through my yard! Go around!'
Ugh. I've become Mr. Wilson...