When many middle-aged people think back to their childhood, they remember roaming the streets with their friends during long, hot summers. Our parents threw us out the door in the morning and instructed us not to come back until dinnertime. Often in charge of younger siblings, we strayed further than we should have, got into trouble and collected triumphs, scars and memories for life.
But surely such memories are just nostalgia? Yet one thing is certain - the level of parental involvement and supervision in the 1970s was not a tenth of what is expected today.