There was a big tree in it. I came home one day and the tree was gone. I figured "Well, I guess if it was dangerous then it's better to cut it down than have it fall on the house." Whatever.
The next day I came home, and the backyard was gone. I went in the house and asked my mother who had taken the backyard, and she didn't seem to know.
Come to find out, the landlord needed more space for his tow yard, so he cut off my backyard to make more spaces for cars. He ended up renting it to a landscaping and masonry company, and that is where all of the construction looking debris comes from.
The company would gear up for a big job, and flood the yard with things like large stones, manure and palettes of bricks - all of the masonry and landscaping materials one would expect to see in a stockyard - piled around my house. The yard would then empty out as they used the materials for their jobs.
As the economy has started to fail, the tide has slowed to a stop. Instead of waves that roll in and roll out, it has become a sort of graveyard in which everything is just sitting, stagnating. It is no longer a sign of any sort of growth or even change. Its just sort of entropy hell.