A Seven-Year-Old Girl Asked Me To Walk Her Home — And Her Only Condition Stopped Me Cold At The Door By the time you’ve worn a patrol uniform around an elementary school in East Sacramento for a few years, you think you’ve seen every kind of kid problem there is—lost lunch boxes, playground fights, “my brother took my tablet,” all of it. That’s why I remember the day she came up to me so clearly. It didn’t feel like any of those. It was dismissal time at Lincoln Elementary. Parents idled along M