The kid in me looks at that rubble pile and thinks, “so many adventures to be had.” The adult in me fears tripping and falling into a pile of used syringes.
Then again I was given a lot of freedom as a kid. From about 11 or so I would walk or use mass transit to go to school or friends’ places unsupervised (and my best friend lived in a really sketchy neighborhood although at the time that didn’t register with me) and it was no big deal. I definitely had some scary things happen to me but for the most part it was all part of growing up.
