My childhood was centered around my old house on Beaver road. The small house was situated on top of a tall hill inside a large neighborhood with various people and families going by. For more than ten years of my life, I lived there. I went through four different schools, three different extracurricular activities, and many different struggles. As an only child, I spent most of my afternoons playing with my neighbors that were around my age. One of my best friends was across the street, my grandma was a couple of houses down, and my next door neighbor was like my little sister. The neighborhood, Sagamore Hills, had long hilly streets with an assortment of homes. Most of them were older small houses, and whenever they started to build a new house, everyone would talk about it. It was almost as if this new house would impact every single persons own house.We would contemplate how big the house would be, who was going to live there, and how long it would be under construction. Everyone was involved in everyone's life in one way or the other, but not every neighborhood is similar to what we experienced. My favorite memory in that neighborhood was when Atlanta experienced one of the worst snowstorms in Atlanta history in 2014. Our closest family friends, the Blackburns, lived across the street from us and they knew every single person in our neighborhood unlike my family who only knew the people on our street. We called the Blackburns the mayor of our neighborhood. When it first started to snow, my mom called the Blackburns to see if they wanted to go sledding or to see if anyone else was doing something, but they never answered. Thirty minutes later I heard screaming outside, and see that all of the neighborhood kids were outside sledding. We were not able to drive anywhere for a whole week so all of our neighbors would get together and make meals, have parties, and sled down all of the crazy hills until the week was over. Whenever there was a neighborhood event, I would stay with Laura who was the Blackburn closest to my age. She knew more of the kids in the neighborhood because she went to the public elementary school that is a short walk away. She introduced me to all of the kids; eventually, we became such close friends to the point where we all spent snow days, birthdays, Halloween, and summers together. In middle school, I would walk to my grandma's house after school and watch television. My grandma was a nanny for my next door neighbor. After a while, she became like my little sister. I would play with her almost every day outside; riding bikes, playing in our neighbors garden, or just goofing off. I was the only kid on the street that had a trampoline. There would be days I would walk in the kitchen and look out the window and see my friend playing on it. We were so close to everyone that we could use each other's stuff without having to ask. I remember spending my time after school outside almost every day or all of the summer. On the street right next to us there was a house with a large creek in the front yard. The kids on our street would go and play in the water, climb on the rocks, and run around. We did not know who lived there, but they did not care if we were there or not. Next door to Laura's house there was a huge tree that people would climb. An older couple lived there, and they would always talk to our parents while we swung around on the branches like monkeys. My next door neighbor had a beautiful garden with a bridge and pond. We would play pretend and run around the tall, colorful trees and large, red flowers. I always loved being outside and in nature, and I am thankful that I was able to spend so much time with my friends in a place that I love. When my parents told everyone that we were moving to a new house, everyone felt sad. We made a pact to go on a trip with the Blackburns once a year. My new home is in a convenient location, a bigger house, it has a pool and a beautiful backyard. Since we moved, we ended up spending more quality time with the old neighbors because we are trying to make up for not seeing them every day. Now we spend Christmas, New Years, Fourth of July, Halloween, and other holidays with the Blackburns in the old neighborhood. Although we moved out of our house and into a new neighborhood, we still feel connected to it. It was the most essential place in my life because it shaped my childhood. Both neighborhoods have tall pine trees, green grass, tall hills, and various types of bright plants. Even though there are many benefits to this new house and similarities to my old house, there is one thing that its missing: strong relationships with neighbors.