When my family moved to Silver Springs, it felt like a dream come true. Our new home had a big backyard, quiet streets, and plenty of space for our kids, Simon and Abby, to run and play.At first, everything was perfect. That is, until we found a typed letter taped to our door titled “Neighborhood Rules.” The list was bizarre: no laughter above 60 decibels, no running on the grass, no toys over 8 inches in public spaces, and playtime ending strictly at 6 p.m. It was signed by our next-door neighbor, Melissa.
