When I was young, I had a purple Schwin bike with a white basket that had 3 flowers on it and streamers on the handle bars. I loved it and thought it was the coolest bike ever. My Mom told me I could ride my bike around the neighborhood, but I was to not cross 10th Street.
I grew up in a very small town, a whopping 5,500 people, but 10th Street was one of the busier streets in town. She was concerned for my safety.
Being safe keeps us from the possibility of getting hurt. Like don’t poke a sleeping bear with a stick. That’s good advice to keep you safe.
However, as adults, we’re already safe, for the most part.