Apropos of nothing, and I know I have asked that before, but that certainly can't be my children yelling out in the street, right?
My mother thought that once.
Well, actually, she and dad were sitting on the front porch, and I was in the back yard. As dad worked nights, we kids did NOT scream while playing. Turns out I had decided that pole vaulting over the sprinkler with a tent pole would be a, um, scream. The sharp end of the tent pole ended up in my thigh. So I had to scream again. With the result that in short order, I got packed into the family van, mom kneeling in front of me applying pressure, and dad driving 70 mph down residential streets to the hospital.
However in this case, clearly, it is someone else's kids making a youthful ruckus in public.