Cindy: Little Ricky & Kids In The Hood

The June sun warmed my shoulders as I powered through the last leg of my 3-mile walk. Kenny Loggins’ “I’m Alright” filled my headphones as I mentally reworked an article due by the end of the day. A school bus stopped across the street. It pulled away to reveal one small boy standing by the curb. I smiled as I walked by. I saw his lips move and pulled the headphones from my ears. “Hey,” he said. “I don’t know where my house is!” I scanned the street. No adult sat waiting for him in a nearby car. No parent hustled down the road. He looked impossibly small and very alone. Crossing the street, I asked, “What’s your name, sweetie?”/ Cindy Hval , SR Front Porch. More here.

Question: Do you interact with children in the neighborhood?