Shoot! When I was four went to the back door of the local Krispy Kreme to beg for a donut. More than once. I was escorted home once.
The Krispy Kreme place put fresh donuts in the window just as school was out. Everybody salivated walking by--except the ones who had a nickel for a donut.
One day, a boy named Jimmy didn't feel well, so the teacher let him go home. She asked if anyone lived near Jimmy. I did. So she asked me to walk home with him. I did.
In the 1970’s, our mother would send me and my sister with $2.00 to the Kwik Pik to get her beer and cigarettes. $.99 for a six pack of Red, White and Blue, $.35 for cigarettes and we were able to use the remainder for penny candy.
We were around 6 and 7 years old.
Note well what’s happening here.
Little Timmie wants to go buy Legos at the toy store with his own money, he will get arrested.
Wants to cut his dick off and wear a dress? Well who are we to argue with that?!
No, this was not the best of neighborhoods and it was in the big city.
But it was understood that life brought risk.