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(From The Journal)
Byline: KAREN DENT
I LOVE the school holidays. I'm not a teacher nor do I have children, but from a purely selfish point of view, I wish the kids were off more often.
When school's out, my drive into work is quick, easy and uncluttered. During the holidays, I often wonder just how much of the rush-hour congestion is due to yummy mummies and daddies driving their children to school.
Often, I catch sight of cars carrying a single uniformed child. Heaven forbid that they should catch the bus or use their legs.
But that's what I used to do. When I went to my village primary school and then middle school, I walked. When I progressed to the high school in a town about 15 miles away, I caught the school bus along with everybody else. People in the town walked to school or caught the town service bus.
I remember being shocked to discover people caught buses to different parts of town rather than walking. I don't know when going somewhere under your own steam became unfashionable. It's possible it started around the same time that Britain's childhood obesity problems began.