I have good neighbors. When someone moves into the neighborhood with children who occasionally scream and yell, or do minor damage, I don't complain. I was young once, as were my kids.
When my boys were under 10 they each broke a neighbor's window (two different neighbors, fortunately). One was apparently practicing golf in the back yard. The neighbor (who had a trucking business) and three girls of his own, came over and asked to talk to him. He told him that a golf ball broke a window, and while he understood it was an accident, our son needed to "work off" the window damage. For the next month, every Saturday DS and the neighbor worked together to wash one of his trucks. DH and I weren't involved. To this day, that son has fond memories of his relationship with that (now deceased) neighbor and their chats while washing the trucks.
The other broken window... that neighbor called to my son when we were outside. I asked if something was wrong and she said, "No. It's between him and me." It seems son had been throwing rocks over the fence. Eek. When I overheard what happened, I offered to pay for the window, but she declined, saying they'd worked it out. (They'd agreed that he'd do some yard work for her.) That family also had a couple of kids.
Two extremely gracious neighbors.
We later had a neighbor with daughter with Asperger's. Sometimes, when bored and playing outside she'd kick over our sprinkler heads (a $3.00 fix, but nevertheless a p-in-the-a).
DH & I would casually talk to her about it, but every month or so another would be broken. Hubby would get irritated but promised me he wouldn't discuss it with her parents - they had plenty to deal with. Comparatively speaking, our broken sprinkler heads were so very minor.
We maintained an excellent relationship with those neighbors and were very sad when they relocated out of state.
@Ruthanne, I recommend headphones to get you through the worst of this. Children grow up.