When I was five I would walk to my friends house at the other side of the neighborhood, well out of sight of mom. I had to walk along a busy street for part of it, until Mr. Guion and Mr. Murphy built a little wooden ladder I could climb over the fence between their yards. I can’t believe moms let kids do that, but it was 1966, and as the 3rd kid I was expendable anyway.
Art Linkletter had a great story about young parents... When their firstborn child had a bloody nose they grabbed him and rushed him to the hospital... he was fine. When his sister - the second born had a bloody nose they used a warm washcloth and gently applied pressure. The bleeding stopped. When the third born was five and had a bloody nose, they told him to get outside and stop bleeding on the carpet... Third borns are loved, just in a more casual way...