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I was one of those kids that should have been on a leash, but they didn't have kid leashes back in the 80's, so mom held my hand to keep me from running into traffic or climbing up every tree. To make it fun so I wouldn't fight her on it we played a game called "bread n' butter", whenever we encountered an obstacle in the sidewalk like a pole or trash can or bench we would simultaneously exclaim the name of the game and split to either side of it. If it was short enough we would hold hands over the top, if not we would let go just long enough to get around it. I absolutely loved the game and never realized I was being manipulated into enjoying being safe. Right around 5-6 years old I got old enough to be trusted with not running into traffic, and also started school and became self-aware about my independence/embarassed at being a "momma's boy", so no more hand holding after that.
That game sounds really wholesome!