This is my neighborhood. Pretty, innit? But you may observe there are no sidewalks. So when my two-year-old wants to go for a walk, we have to perambulate in the street.
It’s very quiet, the official speed limit is 15 miles an hour, and there are loads of kids around, so drivers tend to be cautious. Plus I’m hyperaware of everything around us, and I can definitely beat Jack in a foot race.
But but but. My bad brain whispers ‘Pet Sematary Pet Sematary Pet Sematary’. And replays that devastating scene from the original film when Louis grabs for his son as the lad is stepping in front of a semi and almost catches him.
So long story short, being a parent means living in a state of terror for the rest of your life. Lots more coming on that subject.
GhoulieJoe 
Neighborhood looks nice! Yard looks neatly trimmed! Question: is someone or something hidden and buried underneath the basketball goal?
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People take pride in their yards around here. Not me, though, I kept my grass out of the picture lol. The basketball hoop’s base is set in my neighbor’s lawn, so…not ruling it out. I have a big scary drain pipe that I’m pretty sure has clowns.
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In my opinion, dead and buried bodies are probably reasonable. Undead, while buried, are probably still ok. Clowns – no thanks.
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Right?!
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Kids rarely die in horror movies, that’s one reason Pet Sematary disturbed me so much. My wife listens to true crime podcasts all day every day, so her first thought whenever the kids are out of sight is “Oh god, they’ve been taken.” There was a time when they tried crossing a highway to get to a store by themselves and told us they almost got ran over.
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I feel your pain!
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