My first observations came from a 7 year old, Wilson.
To the innocent eye, movement is constant. Close to the earth’s
surface even the smallest of moves are noticed. The shiny paint finishes of the
cars at the lights glimmer in his eyes. He is observant and waits by his
mother’s side, without a full understanding of how much damage could be done if
he were to run like it was a school playground. Checks left, glances right just
like he has been told, he looks up to see nothing but a dirty car grill staring
him down. Noticing the man just across the road walking out in front of a car,
realisation sets in that the road is a dangerous place.
The observations i gained from Wilson i thought were very interesting as it brought back memories from my childhood. Being so young and naive to the world
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