Because my subdivision's "main drag" leads to the local elementary school we have a half hour in the morning and a half hour in the afternoon when active pedestrians risk being run over by a convoy of mini-vans.
Not so for me today; I squeaked in before the brigade. But I wasn't too early for the bus stop coffee klatsch. Whether by choice or requirement, every child now waiting at the bus stop waits with at least one parent. Gone is the small kid society my children enjoyed during those years — with its own hierarchy and pecking order, sixth-grade patrols at the top, morning kindergartners at the bottom.
Now it's a time for parents to chit-chat and kids to revolve around them. It's another way that childhood is changing, another thing I miss about the way things used to be.