The days society brought us up.
It was raining heavily. My paper umbrella was huge but tattered with holes. Seven-year-old me reached school, totally a wet rag doll! The teacher wiped me down. She took off her warm woolly sweater for me.
Going home, I reached a flooded bridge over a huge drain. The water current was seen rushing under the gaping wooden planks of the bridge. I stood and cried. An old ice-cream man put me on the back of his bicycle to cross that bridge. He put me on the ground and gave me an ice cream! I continued to walk home.
I was in Hong Kong several years ago. A tiny little girl with a seemingly huge backpack walked across the street.
“How can her parents allow such a little one to be on her own? Is it safe?”.
“Ms, you will be surprised how many cameras on the street are watching over her! In Hong Kong here, it is very safe!” The taxi driver chuckled.
Does your society (schools, neighbors, relatives, government) watch over your kids?