When I switched to a new school in 3rd class my Mom walked me _once_ up to the bigger roundabout and made sure I payed attention. She didn't even cross the stre

When I switched to a new school in 3rd class my Mom walked me _once_ up to the bigger roundabout and made sure I payed attention. She didn't even cross the street with me, it was sth like 'see, there is more cars here, pay attention, go ahead, see you in the afternoon.' I especially remember those days when it rained. It rained cats and dogs, and I would walk slowly, focused, being in the senses, thinking in abstract ways, happy, sometimes with umbrella, sometimes all wet, maneuvering between pools of water and hundreds of earthworms (pavement close to school was especially packed). Sometimes I still get this state of mind, I wish I would be in it more often. Or in snow. I remember it being dark, snow sparkling in city lights. Amazing. Sometimes we would play with other children on our way to school, already. Sometimes, still in the dark, we would make a shortcut and play in the corn fields (effectively destroying crops) and being chased by the owner (being chased was rather 'an afternoon thing'). Returning home with friends entailed possible detours. Recently I kind of realized how this walking alone to school and back home was just, I could call it, very high state of consciousness. "Those were the days of our lives." I hope these worlds are not totally forgotten.