My daughter, who is 11 years old, lost a phone – a good one, not a cheap one. We go and look, of course, I argue all the way. We cross the road. Suddenly a scream. A little boy runs on a selfie. His mother cried out, who could not catch him. Just a large SUV was flying, the driver simply did not see the child. Somewhat miraculously turning, I catch the boy along with the scooter and pull out of under the wheels. Thanks to the shocked driver and the frightened mother. Back home, the daughter says, "Mom, it's probably good that I lost my phone, if we didn't go there, the boy would have died."
P.S A man found the phone and gave it to us that same evening.
As a child, my parents forbade me to read while lying down. I allow my children to read even standing on their heads, but they don’t read anyway.