My parents would have been in prison for the “horrors” they made my sisters and I endure.
No kidding. When I was barely 11 (maybe when I was still 10, I can’t remember exactly when I got my horse) I used to get up in the morning on weekends and in the summer, ride off into the desert ALONE on my horse and spend all day just messing around (or until I got too tired/hot/hungry/bored. I guess anything could have happened to me, but it never did. I didn’t wear a helmet either! I did have to be home by dark.
I know they didn’t make you ride in the bed of pickup truck???!!!
In my little town it was common for folks to send their kids on a walk to the store for bread, milk and CIGS! Oh, the horrors...
If we were lucky, we would have a couple of pennys left over so that we could buy a jolly rancher for the walk home!