A big council estate. I was just so jealous of all the kids I knew on the rough estates, who seemed to be able to live wild, and everyone just wandered in and out of each others houses. I also loved all the noise, music blaring out of windows, kids yelling, motorbikes zooming. It just felt like silence going back to our semi-posh detached house.
I did live somewhere like that for a while, and it was by far my favourite place. But my husband wouldn't tolerate the 'roughness' so I've had to compromise.