Hmmm, lemmee see. Was my mother there to keep me safe when I was travelling down I-5 at 135 in a 440 Charger ?
How about the time I put my finger in a lightsocket repeatedly on a bet ?
The time I nearly froze to death going up Big Chair when it was 26 below ?
How about when I was racing motorcycles on San Juan Island on public roads with a gallon of Spanada in my leather jacket?
I won't mention a dozen or two others, but I'd say in all those cases above I'd have been better off on a well-prepared solo sailing trip with my parents' assistance, backing and guidance - than on my own doing stupid stuff as I did.
Do you REALLY think you can put your sixteen year old in a cocoon ?
Specious, and hardly comparable.