Before I moved to the countryside, we lived in a really rough part of town. Actually it was the worst neighbourhood in town. For example, I got a new bike and on one hot Summer's day I was cycling around the neighbourhood, went inside for literally two minutes to get a drink and my bike was gone.
One halloween we carved a pumpkin and put candles in it, we were all excited and thought it was great. Put it out on the porch and a half an hour later it was gone. We found it smashed and kicked around just around the corner. One Christmas our wreath was swipped off the door, and all our Christmas lights egged. Another time when I was about 7, my Mother let me walk to the shop by myself and a girl of about 12/13 grabbed me by the hair, slapped me across the face, and kicked me in the stomach a couple times. When my Dad was learning to drive his motor bike, some fellas in a car tried to knock him off.
Every Halloween, any cats and dogs they could get their hands on were thrown in bonfires and kittens tied to fireworks.
We lived in total fear and we could only go out to play if some of the decent kids that were our friends were out too and we were in a large group. So glad we moved to the countryside with decent people around us and we don't have to be careful when we are out and about and can leave things in our garden without it being stolen!