LOL! I had to ride my bike into town to get 2 packs
of PallMalls, nonfilter, for my stupid stepdad. They were
39 cents each. He would give me 80 cents and want the
two pennies back after my 4 mile round trip! Asshole!
But I survived, didn’t I??
I also remember being able to go to a bar and drink a beer when I was 18... that was 1979. Heck, my mom was in the middle of some grand cooking experiment she couldn't leave, and she sent me to a liquor store to pick up some wine for her recipe when I was in high school. Maybe I was 16. No big deal. I told the clerk I needed burgundy, and she asked me what my mom was cooking! My mother was quite a famous cook, at least locally.
I could barely see over the steering wheel, and yet drove a pickup truck all over our farm, although the parents wouldn't let me get on the main road.
When I was a young teenager, if my Dad was fishing or otherwise engaged in manly pursuits with his buddies, they'd turn a blind eye while we boys stole a beer or two out of the cooler.
They just needed plausible deniability if our Moms caught on! LOL