In the old days, parents had many children - in my Catholic school, it was not unusual to have 9 kids in a family. So if one got run over by a car, there were 8 kids left. Now we have designer babies - one per household - and it’s as precious as a Chinese baby boy during the Ming Dynasty. So, hence, the helicoptering.
LOL
We can always make more.
Back in the olden days of the 1950s we were all free range oil and gas camp kids and had over a million acres to explore.
Then one day the moms of the gas camp we were in noticed all the boys had disappeared and went on a hunt for us. Fearing coyotes, bob cats and panthers, they found us at our little hideaway with a little fire going in a gulley, they marched us all back to the camp and never let us our of their sight again.
Bummer. Best years of my life!