Dear Driver,
First and foremost, please SLOW DOWN. I can’t shout this at you directly because I’m right outside my home, on the sidewalk, watching my two little ones play. I’d prefer to keep my language clean for their ears, though they’ve certainly picked up a few choice words from me here and there. But it’s not just about them; I don’t want the neighbors judging my outbursts.
My son is happily creating a masterpiece with sidewalk chalk while my daughter, full of energy, is trying to escape my hold. She’s fiercely independent and drawn to excitement, which makes my job of keeping her safe feel all the more daunting. It’s my responsibility to ensure they don’t dart into the street after a ball or run off to greet a friend. But your reckless driving makes it incredibly nerve-wracking. We hardly feel safe playing outside because of your speed.
The speed limit on this street is 25 mph, yet you zoom by at a much faster pace. I’ve noticed you on your phone, texting or chatting, completely unaware of the potential dangers.
Sometimes, you’re a young driver, perhaps a teenager with your music blasting, focused solely on that text message from your girlfriend as you race up the street. I know her; she’s a good kid. I wonder if her parents have any idea how recklessly you drive. I should probably give them a call later. Seriously: SLOW DOWN.
At other times, you’re an older woman in a Buick, and I find it surprising that you speed by on a street where children play. Don’t you have kids or grandkids? Or at least someone you care about? We’ve exchanged pleasantries in the past, and you’ve always been kind to my children. Doesn’t it concern you that you could hit one of them? I genuinely like you, but for everyone’s safety, SLOW DOWN.
Sometimes, you’re a fellow parent in a minivan, and it baffles me how you can speed past my children while carrying your own precious cargo. I understand the urgency of life’s errands, but your speed frightens me. SLOW DOWN.
Occasionally, you might be a middle-aged man who waves as you pass by, seemingly cheerful with your coffee in hand. But my frantic gestures are not a greeting; they’re a plea for you to SLOW DOWN.
It seems like you’re completely oblivious to the speed at which you’re driving. I know my kids are my responsibility, and I watch them closely, but why can’t you also respect the laws that are meant to keep everyone safe? We’ve done what we can to create a safe environment, but you continue to treat our street like a racetrack.
To all the drivers speeding through our neighborhood, from a concerned mother just trying to keep her children safe: PLEASE SLOW DOWN. And don’t be surprised if I call you out next time; you’ve earned it.
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In summary, let’s work together to keep our streets safe for all children. It’s a simple request that can make a huge difference in our community.