Okay Matt, time for a blast from your Dad's past. We moved to Hixson when he was in the second grade, Your Grandpa Don put up a basketball goal for your Dad and your Uncle Mike and Uncle Scott in, oh, about 1969. It's still there! He set that sucker in concrete, you'd have to saw it down. All the kids played in our yard, your Grandpa Don planted zoysia, it was thick and cushy grass, he wouldn't allow a single dandelion. The people who live there now don't even have any kids, pity.
Across the street, your Uncle Mike's best friend lived. I'm still friends with his parents, good lord, that is over 40 years! Your Dad went to Elementary and Jr High in Hixson, and graduated high school here.
Times change. Friendships can go on forever, though. I'm glad of that.