Childhood Neighborhood

The houses of the hard working people' neighborhood where I grew up as a child, became a prestigious one. We left years ago, and I still remember the houses as small and friendly, the fruit trees in the gardens and all of us (children) playing outside. I believe there are walls and fences between the houses there, I don't know whether the neighbors are still drinking their coffee and tea on their porches, looking down stairs, watching the kids. I can only hope things are the same they are vivid and alive in my mind.