I would suggest that we are succeeding too well at being a kindler and gentler society. I never realized how much freedom I had as a child and at the same time, what a relatively rough neighborhood I grew up in, at least by small town standards. My mother was an invalid, so I was somewhat unsupervised much of the time, compared with other kids, though all of my friends enjoyed pretty much the same freedom in most ways. The funny thing is that it seems like I went to the movies more, watched more TV and still managed to be outside somewhere a lot.
I was in fights all the time and did have to go to the hospital a couple of times. No, I didn't carry a weapon and don't now (See, I live in a nice neighborhood now). A person has to be willing to put up with some hard knocks and some pain to be able to stand up to other people for whatever reason. You also can't be all that shy, either, which is another story. You also have to overcome the idea that danger lurks around every corner, or if you are in the woods, every tree. It just isn't that way, though my standards may not be the same as yours. That isn't to say there isn't any danger but rather that you can't let it stop you.
Oh, yeah. I wore glasses, too. That didn't help anything. I sure went through a lot of glasses, including when I was in the army. I guess horseplay isn't tolerated now, though.
Or as someone else put it, "Life is truly difficult. Acceptance of this fact makes life much easier; difficulty becomes normal and is no longer an issue."
Now, finally, I'm not so sure at this point I want to stay alive as long as possible. To what end?