When my children skin their knees, I congratulate them for doing their job as children, which is taking mild risks, and playing spontaneously. I don’t offer sympathy, since after all they heal quickly. And they accept this. They don’t suffer for want of affection.
I would like our nation to be like that. Skinning your knee should be a source of pride, not whining.
This morning I saw a building shaped something like a large hill, where you had to climb up the outside to get in. It was literally like climbing a rocky hill, and mildly, but not excessively dangerous. In such architecture you would set up a powerful archetype that you need to pay attention, and that life is not risk-free.
In other ages, the dangers of life were quite obvious, since death from famine and disease was everywhere. In our modern world, people need to be reminded.
Actually, you could add a rivulet to the building too, as a sort of integral fountain. That would be fun.