Ya, 16 y.o.? when I was 16 I used to disappear for the weekend. nobody batted an eye. did brake jobs for my dad, had a job, worked until 2 am. My parents rarely asked what I was doing.
At 16 I drove non-stop from Palmdale California to Green Bay Wisconsin to visit my cousin and trade some car/truck parts.
Hit snow just west of Salt Lake City and drove through a screaming blizzard all the way to Green Bay.
Took 27 hours with just coffee and fuel stops.
Thought nothing of it, just counted cars and semis that were in the roadside ditches all the way out.
Most (not all) kids today are just pussies!