Walking to school together with my five -year -old son, he asks me why there is a round red plate with a white line on the start of our street. I tell him that this is a traffic sign, and that cars then know that they are not allowed to enter this street. A little further I point it out on a round blue plate with a white bike. There is a cycle path, I explain to it, only cyclists are allowed to cycle there. As soon as we walk the pedestrian path next to the school I feel his little hand sliding into mine. “And here you have to walk hand in hand mama,” he says.
Maaike Davide
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