Totally agree, except I lived that growing up in 60’s/70’s. As long as I didn’t do anything stupid, for which I would be appropriately punished, my brother and I were always out and about. Tree climbing, bikes over ramps and small inclines, Tarzan ropes upstream from the falls, riding bicycles when I was 6-7 up to the Grants or walking a few miles to the Boys Club. Out until dark. LOL, at Halloween my brother and I would throw on some extra charcoal as we ‘hobos’ went out scouring the 3rd or 4th neighborhood a few miles away. This at age 8. In my teens, hitchhiking if bus fare wasn’t available, riding bicycle 15-20 miles away on day adventures with friends.
All good - helped me to be responsible, get out and get a full time job at 18 and on my own at 23.
Oh - and the only ‘help’ my dad would give me (I don’t say that begrudgingly, I thank him every day for giving me his work ethic), was to assist me when I was 12 to deliver the wreaths I sold door to door or with my newspaper route for the customers a few miles away when the snow was just too deep for my bicycle.