Growing up, I lived on a cul-de-sac. Those are the best streets for playing. No worry of cars speeding through. Only the people who lived there and the occasional lost driver entered.
Weekends and summertime, we’d play late into the evening, breaking only for dinner. We were allowed to ride our bikes to the edge of the street and back. All the neighbours knew and interacted with each other and supported each other when needed.
I remember going to my friend’s house situated at the top, almost center of the circle. (For all you geometry experts, I know a cul-de-sac isn’t a complete circle, so shut up). We could see the entire street from her bedroom. My house was the first one turning into the street, on the north-east corner – very different views of our micro-community.
I always dreamed of buying a house on a cul-de-sac – living out that idyllic dream with my own family. Apparently, the very thing I thought a cul-de-sac represented, safety, is a myth.
A dream shattered. I was about to Google, what are the safest streets to play on. Then I realized, duh! You shouldn’t be playing on the streets.