Sunny Afternoon in a Small Town

We all have stories we remember from childhood. This is a story my mother told me happened when I was 2 years old. I don't remember this particular incident. Probably because I was so young, but maybe because of all the head injuries I received later in life. Ha, ha.
Growing up in a small town is very different from growing up in a big city. Not as different as growing up in different cultures, but maybe a little similar (like). I grew up in a town that had a population of no more than 3000 people. In a small town everybody knows everybody. In the town I grew up in, nosy neighbors were a dime a dozen. In other words, they were everywhere. Everybody was minding everybody else's business, but they were trying their best to not look like it.
We lived on High St., which as you may have guessed, was the highest street in downtown Baltic, one street above Main St. Behind the houses on High St. was a back street that connected at both ends back to High St., and just gave access to the back of our neighbor's and our houses.
So (never start a sentence with so, ha ha), as the story goes, my mother was giving me a bath, and when she turned her back for a minute while drying me off, I dashed out the back door stark naked (no clothes, not even a towel). It was a bright sunny afternoon, and happy to be outside I took off running down the back street. When my mother realized what I had done she came running after me , chasing me down the street past all our neighbors' houses. As I ran past those houses, my mother said she heard windows and doors in all those houses slamming shut. She caught me of course and took me back home. I'm sure I thought it was all great fun. As for my poor mother, who has had to endure much because of me through my life, she was very, very, very embarassed, but she did enjoy telling that story when I was older, laughing while she did it.