Paulina,
As I walked down the street where I was born and mainly raised, I saw 'devil's in the detail' change.
Both sides of it now have very small front gardens. The ones that used to have gardens, now have ''half', the other half having crossed the street.
There are now somewhat contrived wee parking bays on both sides - result a street that had less than 10 vehicles an hour years ago, now has non stop 2 way traffic - but is only just on half the width - with cars leaving parking bays, the road has become a stop-start, noisy thoroughfare.
The houses either side of covered alleys with rooms above have lost the rooms and are now open to the skies. The ''avenue'' at the back has lost most walls as back gardens are now 'double +' garages - this was repeated in at least one other street. Now, one can't even tread the same roadside as the bricks have gone - well broken flagstones now - due to cars...
The people are muslim and 3 churches are now 2 mosques and an islamic school.
The street has same name and friendly, apparently hardworking folk - it's language(s) culture, ethnicity, religion and obviously the ethos of the 50s have been obliterated - as expected.
I lived in a different social, economic and ethnic environment - it wasn't heaven and I disliked that house - but it was instructive, thus formative and so like all of us, I found ways to enjoy myself.
The Mermaid Trough site remains a special spot as at 6 I dropped flat into it on forearms - tremendous splash, up and legged it away uphill - spent night in Sparkhill Park - it was May - June....
Much more significantly, though I hadn't the words, it was also the beginning of a new way of thinking & living for me - survival added to already existing bombed site adventure playgrounds, made life more fun - hence photo of trough site earlier on this thread.