Growing up, this is what my neighborhood was called. I honestly don't remember complaining about it. We had woods to play in, complete with creek and lots of trees to climb and swing from. Our street had four horse farms and every home had at least two acres of land. No lines painted on the street and no sidewalks. It's hard to call that a neighborhood. We did have a neighborhood of sorts behind our house, across the creek. It was always quiet and we never had anything really happen.
We had a couple of friends from softball that lived in that neighborhood but they really were not close enough to walk or ride bikes, especially in the evening until we got a little bit older. One day, when we were on our way home from school, our friend from the neighborhood decided to ride her bike to our house to meet us. As we got off the bus in front of the house, a naked man jumped out of the brush about 100 feet away from our driveway.
NAKED MAN IN THE STREET!
Yes, a naked man was in the street and motioning for us to go away essentially. My Mom sent us in the house and then realized that our friend was on her way, she couldn't go in the house with a little girl on a bike on her way. My Mom saw our friend turn the corner and start riding her bike. The man ran back into the brush by the side of the road. Our friend rode right by...head turning as she passed where the man went in the brush.
When she got to the house, my Mom said, "Did you see the man next to the road?" Our friend said, "Yep!" with a big grin on her face. My Mom then called the police and then called the girl's mother. The police showed up and found the man in the bushes. The police hadn't given him anything to put on but asked my Mom to identify him. My Mom felt bad for him so she went inside and got some of my Dad's underwear for him.
We never got the full story of what his deal was. I assume he was high or crazy or both. Every neighborhood has their stories, even the non-neighborhood ones. It just goes to show you that it's those quiet places you have to keep an eye on or actually...covered.