I have a degree of understanding about using a buggy. After all, many children are driven to and from school and what may seem a short walk to an adult could feel like climbing Mount Everest to a tired three- or four-year-old at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I collect my three-year old grandson from preschool quite often and it is a short walk to my house, but I do take the buggy if it is pouring with rain as a) it has a hood and b) we can get home quickly. He still likes riding in the buggy – he usually travels in a car with mum, dad and siblings – and we use it when we have a longer walk or one along a relatively busy road, such as when we go to the library. He is allowed to get out and run when we cross the school field and then holds a strap on the buggy for the last little walk down the road before galloping off along the drive to the house.
My cousin's eldest son sadly slipped his hand out of his father's grasp when he was just a little lad, ran across the road to see his friend and was killed. That family tragedy has remained impressed on my mind. Holding hands is not always enough.
Essex’s youth jobless capital ????


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