We LOVE our next door neighbors.
We had our house for about 3 weeks before we moved in, and spent the time painting and cleaning. One day while DH was upstairs alone painting, he heard some kids whispering "he's painting upstairs!". He came down to fine a garbage can pushed up to a main floor window, and the screen cut. The kids had tried to break in, and took a weed whacker and some garden knicknacks that the previous owner had left for us under the back deck.
DH was very upset. We sat in the backyard and he started wondering if we'd made a big, big mistake (we moved to a part of the city that neither of us had lived in before). But then our next door neighbor came into his backyard, and we got to know each other. He is a charming, friendly guy, offered to lend us tools and the like. His partner has lived in her house for almost 20 years, their son in home care with a neighbor a few doors down who has looked after kids on the street for 30 years. Later in the summer, they gave us their totally operating gas bbq, as they were upgrading their own. DD says he's "handsome" and is totally in love with him (she's 3).