Neighbours Garden, a sad but often light tale of old age, friendship and tresspassing

Several months ago the house next door to me was the centre of a semi-catastrophe when a fire broke out, leaving the old woman trapped inside the living room, withering and scared like a mule being cornered by a hungry lion. Like something out of a Michael Bay movie, the Doctor who lives one door along from her, happened to notice and broke the door down and dragged the helpless granny to safety. This event has always been something of gossip on the street and my mother relishes in the opportunity, not that people don't care ofcourse. The amount of people out on that night was really something, at least twenty or so when it wasn't even that big of a fire.

A week or so had passed and the event had caused her (my next door neighboors) heart to suffer, she couldn't take it anymore so she moved into an old peoples home. Once again the street relished in the chance to gossip about who would be moving into the fair sized house that could easily fit a family of 5.

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Throughout the summer I have been playing football in my front street a lot with my friend who lives up the road, the hot weather almost kicks you out of bed in the morning and boots the ball in your face when your a footie fan. But recently we've 'accidently' kicked the ball over my neighbours wall a few times and because the house is abandoned we weren't able to get it. That was however, until Ben the gardener had unlocked the side gate and we figured out a way to unlock it from my back garden, AHA!! We have entry!! It was like narnia! Larger than you would imagine looking at the house. We only went in to get the ball but we stayed for about half an hour or 40 minutes. Time flies when your tresspassing in an abandoned house, well the garden of a house that's up for sale. That was however until we heard the sound of tyres rolling up on pavement. We froze dead. I sprinted to the gate without even a second glance of the very thing I came in for, that being the ball ofcourse. Phew, it was someone else on the other side of the road. It's funny though, how something like crunching of stones under tyres can make you feel excitement, even if its short-lived.