Our neighborhood

Our neighborhood
I live in a small village in Northeast China, and every family has its own grass.Since I was young, I remembered the little boy-our neighbor-always play football in front of his house.
My parents were very busy at that time, they work everyday, leaving me alone at home. when I was alone, I will feel lonly too, then I came out of door and sit on our grass, seeing the boy playing football with his father. I was dreaming, one day my father also play football with me like that. but that never happened, his always busy to earn money. And I hated him very much at that time.
Later, the boy still played football everyday, insdead of going to school.Then I always dreaming some day I will not go to school like him, that will be great!
Now, he, the boy hasn't got any normal work, and do nothing every day. I realized that my father is a very very great father-I'm prond of him.
And this is the story between me and my neighbor.