I used to lay in the backseat window well of our Chevy Belair, ate raw cookie dough, and never owned a bike helmet.
I played outside until dark - that’s 10pm in the summer in Kentucky, roamed the woods completely by myself, and was allowed, at age 5, to visit the toy aisle at JC Penney alone.
I won’t let my kids in their own front yard unattended...and that’s one reason why there is a Pit Bull always on guard in my yard.
Why not? You survived just fine.