Not that the drop off is right in today's world, however, I walked myself to school and home everyday. We had the best times walking to and from school and many things happened.
We used to take the "Short cut" and cut though peoples properties. One morning we went to jump someone's wall and there were bulls in the pen. It was much too late to turn around, so we had to make a run for it. The bulls could care less. They left us alone.
Many of times we came home bumped, bruised and bleeding. One day, I turned the corner on my bicycle too fast and wiped out...knocked myself out too. I can barely remember a man telling me he would take me home and he was putting my bike in the back. I woke up on my couch with a wet towel on my face and my older sister asking who the man was that brought me home. To this day, I don't know. I still have the scar.
We probably only told our parents of about 25% of the mishaps during our walk.
Much like I hear many of complaints about Grandparents that want to take the Grandchildren and will ride them in their lap in the car because it will be alright.
It's a completely different world.
Yes, fight the ticket. That is a whole lot more than my $15 expired meter ticket.