When I was 15. We had never really introduced ourselves to our neighbors. I would see in movies and shows how friendly neighbors were. How we all come together as a community. But not here. Everyone who lived on our block minded their own business. You would just see them go in their house and get out of their house. If we ever met eye to eye accidentally there was never a smile or hello.
It seemed like we didn’t care about the people around us and they didn’t care about us. This never occurred to be strange. Until I saw how friendly people were on the television.
Well, I didn’t do anything to change it. Each day was exactly the same as the next.
Except for One day, things did change.
I moved from Toronto to Kingston for a brief time and it was disgustingly boring. I couldn’t drive and it was very rural. Walking miles and miles just wouldn’t get you nowhere. At this time there were no buses except for the bus that took you from the University back to the city for about 109 dollars.
I don’t know about you but just to go to the city for a couple hours to kill time for 109 dollars was out of my budget. At 15 I didn’t have 2 dollars to my name.
Anyway, that day I wanted to go to the backyard to hang around outside. I open the backyard door and I see something dark running towards me. I slam the door closed as some kind of reflex. The thing hit the door after I slammed it closed.
I pressed my ear against the door and hear it meowing. It was some cat trying to attack me. So I did what I thought was best. He wants to try to scare me! Well, I’m going to scare him!
I open the door firmly and walk out and wave my hands and started barking like I’m a big dog. Yeah, a real big dog. A pit bull! I growled and barked and I think I even howled! Then I paused to hear if the cat was around….
I didn’t hear any cat. I didn’t see any cat coming to attack me. Maybe it ran off.. and then my train of thought broke.
I heard laughter.
I turned around to see my neighbor was having a BBQ with I assume his friends. They all died of laughter. I was so embarrassed I ran back inside.
A few minutes later there is a knock on the door.
I thought I was in trouble for causing such noise and ruining their little party.
I opened the door and it was our neighbor. Obviously.
He smiled at me and said, “We have not introduced ourselves, My names Chris”
He pulls out his hand.
I shake it and say, “My names Ashley” still embarrassed.
He says, “Oh you know how to speak?”
I was confused, “What do you mean?”
“I didn’t know dogs could talk” He laughs
I laugh but my feelings were a little hurt.
My aunt comes to the door to see who I’m talking to. He tells her the story and they laugh. I never have seen my aunt laugh so much.
He invites all of us over to have some of his delicious bbq ribs.
That day we finally met our neighbors.