Where Have All The Children Gone (part 5)

Then I remembered a little boy next door that was playing in his yard with his basketball. It bounced over the fence and rolled under a car by the curb. I watched as he opened the gate, walked out, and looked under the car for his ball. Then without warning  saw him run between the cars. I heard a loud screaching sound, and then a scream. I ran as fast as I could to the street. There on the ground lay the little boy clutching onto his ball. The driver was out of his car standing over the boy. He said he couldn't help it. The little boy had ran right out in front of him. I told him I had seen the accident from my front porch. I yelled for someone to get his mother. She came running out. All the time calling the boy's name, I leaned over and spoke to the boy. He was conscious and seemed to be all right, except for being scared. His mother spoke to him. He then said he was all right. He got up and told the driver he was sorry. As his mother walked with him back into the yard, I heard his mother say " Don't you ever run out into the street for any reason." Then I remember a few weeks later, a little girl was abducted form her front yard. She was found a few days later brutally murdered, and sexually assulted. The neighborhood was devestated.1