As a kid, my Mom was convinced if we walked around the Expressway, we'd be murdered. She very much had a "white flight"/combat zone view of downtown so most of my knowledge came from what I could see from the Expressway. The only thing I knew of Quincy Market were the glowing neon tubes in that glass breezeway.

Now as an adult, I can project my own fears on my kids: cars are fucking awful and drivers will blindly run you over while you're trying to walk or bike to school. Of course, the difference is that I'm right.