We lived in a road that only went back to the main road (the same for road that our back gardens backed on to) so other than people taking a wrong turning, it was only residents who drove down it, consequently it had lots of families living there and the children were often to be found playing games in the street, punctuated only by the odd shout of "car", my favourite was French cricket. Also one snowy winter, when going home from my best friend's house, two doors down, I got waylaid rolling a snowball that became, if my memory hasn't exaggerated it, a huge snowman