They were secure in the knowledge that we would be fine. And we never had a moment of doubt that that was so, even when our older siblings would ditch us or our friends would play a game of hide-and-seek far too well or we had only just heard from Saturday night's babysitter the tale of the scratch-scratch-scratch on the roof of the car.
At the bottom of our street was a small creek and a patch of woods. The small patch of trees eventually led into a wide swath of woods. The woods is almost certainly long gone now, victim of the overdevelopment that hit the northern Virginia area in the 1970s and 80s.
I do wonder if the little area still stands. If it does, I'm certain that no children wander freely. Instead, I envision it looking like every single park or bit of trees or open space I happen upon nowadays: peopled with adults keeping their ever-wary eyes on fewer and fewer children.
Does any of this have anything to do with the prompt this week from One Single Impression? Where does "copse" come into this? Hey, do I need an intro and segue for everything?