Am I Karen?

For a good 5 years and longer, my teen neighbor kids and their friends play “Bball” in their 400 to 600 square ft concrete backyard. First, there’s the intermittent and non rhythmic pounding of the ball, let’s say on a quiet Sun morning. Then there’s all the times the ball bangs up against our shared wood fence. Then there’s, why not go to the park with a real hoop and court which is a 10 min walk away? Then there’s, why not put that hoop on the street? I know, I know. They like the privacy of a backyard where there is no danger from all the evil people in the world. Then there’s the time, the ball broke a pinwheel I had happily spinning in the breeze, with no apology, or accountability for the damage. Just a pinwheel, hehehe. Then there’s the time, a loud bang rumbled my house. Mind you, the side of my house with a window on the bedroom is 5 feet from the fence. I came to find a football was the culprit as the teen who lives at the house made his friend retrieve the ball. I confronted in the moment, no accountability. How the fuck do you either throw a ball so crooked over the fence, or not catch the ball for it to fly over the fence! Then there’s the repeated 10 min, maybe longer, depending? playing that goes on, until it stops, OR the balls end up in my yard. As many as three balls!