We lived in the west end of Toronto where, in the summertime, the TTC (Toronto Transit Commission) operated a free street car to Sunnyside Beach for children that lived in that area.
My brother and I went to the beach on this street car quite often in the summer and we had a great time swimming in Lake Ontario. There was always a lifeguard on duty so we all felt quite safe.
The neighbourhood was quite safe in those days as well.
One incident I experienced when I was about 12 years old will attest to that fact.
I became separated from my brother at the beach, missed the street car, and decided to walk home.
I had no idea as to the correct direction to follow (I have always had a poor sense of direction) and was walking along some street, crying, when a lady called to me from her front porch.
she asked me what was wrong and where I lived. She then invited me in to her house and immediately phoned my mother.
The result of that phone call brought a police car that took me home.
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