This reminds me of an occasion when my niece and her father were visiting me in Humboldt County and I took them to our local city park, Sequoia Park - my favorite city park and I know lots of them from my studies, some from being in them. I see it online as primarily described as a zoo with a park, but next to the zoo and playground is a very nice nature walk, with older growth trees, though I'm not so sure about the timing on those, re the virginity of any of the remaining forest stand. My own house was sited on original redwood land, I found out some time after I bought it, built in c. 1920. Anyway, there was a longish fallen redwood log and my bro in law and my niece, then maybe twelve, both jumped up on it. In memory. I'm guessing 42" high or a little more. I wouldn't do that, not being so sure of foot or eye, but it was like playground time for them. I took a photo, but can't find it just now.
This thread situation perplexes me. I can see myself chickenshitting at approaching 4 ft. high and wide, but I am well known by associates to be weird in space. The one time in my life that I had a panic attack, it was on a (to me) cliff edge of what I'd say was a fat car wide dirt road with no barrier cliff side, on a curve, when I couldn't even imagine backing up my car, and was worried about even a small truck approaching.. I stopped. I breathed. I crawled the car forward. I would not have pushed another car off, or smacked the driver some time later.
On the other hand, I thought I read the neighbor pushed the boy off. But then Odessi said they (one of the parents) said get down and he got off.
So I'm off to reread the first post.
Reread that and see the son had obeyed, gotten down, and the guy hit/propelled/pushed him afterwards.
This guy was way out of line. Waaay out.