My eldest was a ‘runner’. He refused to have reins - literally sat on the ground refusing to move when we tried to use them.
I remember dressing him in a neon yellow hoodie at the age of two when we travelled as he liked to run off in airports whilst I was juggling his baby brother a buggy, luggage and car seats. I regularly went home on my own before he started school.
My other two never ran off so it’s not about the parents or levels of control, it’s basically the child. Even strapping him in the buggy didn’t FA as he fought hard to free himself.
If your a parent to a runner, you know what it’s like to turn around and see your child bolting across restaurants, running out of churches during christenings, crossing streets before you mange to hold his hand.
We don’t know the exact circumstances of this incident, but as a parent I have moments that I still relive now, 15 years later, where I know things could have turned out much differently.