Grew up in a small, close knit neighborhood where everyone knew everyone else and would help if you asked, but not meddle. Good people -- never had to worry about crime. Could leave your doors unlocked and, in summer, wide open when you weren't home.
Moved to the big city in the 1970s -- what a change! -- where everyone kept to him'herself. In 1989, I bought a house in the old neighborhood and moved back, Still not a bad place for the first few years, but by the mid-1990s as the older generation died off and the younger generation moved away, the town became infested with gangstas, then illegals and alleged refugees. As I mentioned elsewhere, the town has now become a dumping ground for the homeless, mentally ill, drug addicts and alcoholics and a few days ago, I learned there is a convicted pedophile living a block away.
So no, I'm not close to my neighbors. Don't want to know them.