He sort of liked the Neighbor Man, as his mother called him, for installing a high wooden fence around the back of his property.  It was strong and sturdy and without anything to grab onto to help him to its top.  It was a true challenge, unique among the more scaleable fences around the neighborhood.  He and two boys had figured out how to stand on another’s shoulder, but they now practiced having him stand on the second’s shoulder.  When he finally leaped over that fence and fell a distance into flower bushes, it deeply disappointed him that Neighbor Man did not celebrate the feat the boys had pulled off.  Rather, Neighbor Man, and later his mother, treated it as an actual violation.  Fences, it surprised him, were put up to protect people, and were not like park equipment erected to be jumped over.  He took to reminding himself of that as a grown-up whenever he’d fall back upon a tendency to jump over people’s self de-fences and expect from them a hearty welcome.