“Neighborhood Watch,” was a verb not a noun. They were words to live by not a scheduled shift. As a matter of fact, everybody on my block knew when a strange car or person was on our street and watched them. Everbody owned and cared for their home and yard.
Times have changed. When we were going out of town, my mother would say, “Tell Mrs. Gloria that we will be out of town for five days.” Now the question is, “Do you think they might rob us blind when we are gone?”
We played outside with all the neighborhood children. Nobody played indoors unless the weather was inclimate. We would play from dawn till dusk. The children nowadays don’t play outside and don’t really know each other. By the time school started, we were well acquainted with everyone who walked to school from our neighborhood.
I really miss Sesame Street and I miss my old neighborhood and street. Every now and then, I have a desire to go back to the old neighborhood and knock on doors, but times have truly changed. I guess I will have to just settle with the great memories of my childhood neighborhood.