Until third grade I lived in the late 50s in the area now referred to as South Central Los Angeles, near the intersection of Slauson and Crenshaw. Starting some time in first grade, I walked to school -- a distance of about 1 mile -- and back home again, mostly along 54th Street. 54th Street was a busy urban street with lots of businesses and lots of traffic. But it also had lots of interesting stuff for kids, including a decent public library and a dry cleaning establishment that had a huge area devoted to candy and frozen treats. (They certainly noticed the presence of an elementary school nearby.) There was also the real estate office of Mr. Skinner, the man who lived across the street from us, where we could go in and get imprinted pens and pencils and note pads. Sometimes after scohol I would walk back to my home, and sometimes I would walk with a friend to their house. There was never any issue.
I feel sorry for the kids of today, raised in such a hysterical, paranoid environment.
R