Honestly, in my childhood home, it really didn't seem like a "problem." I was off-angle enough from any of their inside viewing, and I was there and back since it was always just over the fence and not midway through it. I think they gardened, but that was pretty much it. I didn't want to disturb the peace, especially since so many balls went over. It was mostly tennis balls since my friend and I basically played "baseball" in my backyard. Hard to explain actually, since you had to see the configuration and how they barely made their way over there (or again were accessible in their side yards and such).
Anyway, speaking more about backyards, no story is better than this one. We just snuck past the ten year anniversary of this last month, in fact:
I am ruined.

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