I was feral as a child, I would head out after breakfast at the weekend or holidays with a group of friends and just go. There were 5 of us, ranging in age from 10 to 6, all girls. If we could scrounge the bus fare we went to the park, glorious days spent tree climbing, dam building and den making. If we had no money we roamed the neighbourhood (inner city) and were undoubtedly an unmitigated nuisance. We were the queens of knock and run! We scrumpt for apples, we made trollies, we sledged down frozen streets on tin trays, we joined with others for huge games of street rounders.
Eventually we would crawl home, filthy and hungry.
My grandchildren can't do this. It is not safe, they are escorted from home to school to after school clubs. There are too many cars, too many strangers and too much risk and I feel sad for them.