Its sobering to me to remember that, back in the 70s, people thought nothing of driving home under the influence with their kids in the car.
My dad quit drinking in 1979 when I was 12, but in the years leading up to that he drove us home with all three sheets to the wind many times.
I remember once, coming from a wedding dance, he was so sloshed you could barely make out his slurred words.
We always got home safely, but yeah, we were pushing our luck.