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I walked two blocks between home and school every day when I was 7. This is insane.
Yeah, in first grade I'd walk several blocks to school and back
Back in the 60s, I walked to and from kindergarten in a school that was at least a mile away, starting when I was 5 years old. Once I could ride a bike, around 6 years old, a typical Saturdayor summer day meant hopping on my bike after breakfast, and disappearing for the day, with no phone, wallet, id, money, etc. My pockets would be literally empty. If I needed a drink of water, I would knock on a stranger's door and ask for one. The only rule was be home by 5 for dinner.
Everybody was a free range kid back then.
I'm so disappointed that I don't see these days coming back.
Half the kids in my school lived in town, they all walked home. A lot of our streets didn't have proper sidewalks.
5 blocks for me but it's the same thing.
Glad I grew up when I did and in Canada.
About a Kilometer for me. Felt longer as a kid... My brother had to commute by bus at 8, because the school was fused together with the one in the next village.
The US are seriously weird.
Everything felt longer as a kid and I kinda miss it :')
Frankly, I hated it. I am happy that as an adult, I can now walk a two-digit amount of kilometers without having to take a break and being at peace with myself enough to not get bored. I do sometimes get nostalgic about school, but not because of the walk. It felt like forever. In addition, being an unpopular kid that got into fights meant there was a non-zero chance of getting my ass kicked at times.
Yes, it contributed to me being a self-sufficient person who is not afraid of physical activity or picking my own ways. Still, as a 7-year old in winter with a heavy bagpack, I hated it.