You'll lose that one. I raised two.
When I was a kid, we played on the residential streets, rode our bikes all over, even flew model planes over the streets. It was expected, because there were a lot of kids, few if any playgrounds, and back yards were small.
I was born in North Houston inside the loop, and you could mow our backyard with a weed whacker. We used the streets for travel only, and we didn't have the luxury of sidewalks. Our parents watched out for us, and didn't just turn us loose like a bunch of wild animals. They made sure we knew the rules of the road regarding bicycles and traffic. We played in nearby church parking lots and fields, and flew model airplanes in the local elementary school ball field/playground. My parents considered us enough of a priority, that they eventually sold everything and moved us out of the inner city hell hole. Attitudes and values are passed down. My parents were NEVER too tired or preoccupied to spend time with us. When I got married and had my own kids, my kids were the same priority. So much so, that we moved out to the country 30 minutes out of the nearest town where the kids had room to grow. We worked hard to raise and protect our kids, and it paid off in a big way. Our kids learn from watching us. Now, I have three wonderful grandchildren who have great parents.
Children have no sense. We have to watch out for them and keep them out of danger. It's all about taking responsibility for raising your children, participating in their lives, and not just "watching" them. Cell phones and cable TV are no substitute for parents.
We lived in a suburb of Los Angeles and we were a family of ten kids (I'm the oldest) and my father worked until late in the evening. Our mother was asthmatic and overwhelmed with us - and we boys, all four of us, went where we went and did what we did. We had fields to explore, buddies to accompany us, and projects to work on. We even built a kind of Soapbox Derby cart that we would take turns rolling down the steep hill on the street by our homes at crazy speeds - sometimes losing control on the turn at the bottom, and flying into a storm drain! As boys, we had an overabundance of energy and creativity and limited fear.
We all survived and went on to even riskier stuff (Motorycles - and my number two brother and I were both severely wounded in Vietnam).
My point is, that not everyone has the money and the ability to move far out in the country and escape - so our young ones need to be protected from impaired/reckless/distracted drivers in residential areas. As we used to say in the Marine Corps: "nothing is foolproof, because fools are so damned ingenious". We are the adults and we are responsible to drive attentively and with care when in residential areas.
P.S.: flying free-flight models is a real pain when very few fields are nearby. Lost of lot of models to hostile telephone lines and roofs!
Happy that I lost my bet...