The neighborhood was a nice wooded place with houses and driveways and all that. You got lots of shade in the summer from the tall trees. Every now and then you’d have to cut back a branch or take out and hold dead tree, but for the most part, it felt like living in forest. Then people moved away or died, and we were the only original family left, and people started coming in, knocking down all houses, cutting down the trees and putting up their little mini mansions and we’re the last tiny forest and a sea of grass.