Anonymous wrote:I married the boy next door. There was no fence separating our backyards. Each other’s house was the first place our parents would look for us in the evening.
Our parents frequently had dinner together or would hang out in the evenings while the kid played. Each of us is like an additional kid to our in-laws. We are all still local and when the grandparents babysit it’s not uncommon to drop them off at one house only to find they spent the night next door.
Wow, that's super sweet. What a wonderful family community!
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