When I was 8 I joined the Boys Club. It was about a mile from home. Evening hours were 6 to 9, and after dinner I would make my way to the club and hang out until it closed and walked home. Never gave it a thought. Today the busy bodies from social services would be arresting my parents and put me in foster care.
My parents and other relatives would have been jailed, too-my cousins and I wandered all over 60+ acres populated with livestock and wild animals, carried guns at the appropriate age-10-11, used cans for target practice and even had a canoe to go up and down the creek with-not a nannie or nosy neighbor in sight...