We grew up with a station wagon and laid in the "back back" everywhere we went. It was fun.
We also roamed free in the nieghbourhood. I grew up in a large city.
I was almost kidnapped at age 6. But I was pretty street smart and instead of getting in the guys car I ran to a friends house and her older brother walked me home where my parent called the cops and I was able to give a description.
When we went for drives in the country my Dad would speed up and down the hills to give us a thrill. We loved how it felt when gravity hit after going 100 over a large hill.
We never wore seatbelts. Even when the cars had them. My parents still do not wear seatbelts.
When I was 1 yr old we got into a very bad car accident. It is a miracle that anyone survived. We got into a head on accident with a tractor trailer and were crushed in our car for hours while the fire department tried to free us. My mother was very badly injured, with a broken pelvis, broken hips, broken arms etc. She spent months in the hospital, over a year in a wheel chair and many more months learning to walk again. Us three kids were in the back seat. My parent put luggage on the floor with a blanket over it for a bed for us kids. My Dad says that I was actually asleep in the back window during the accident. Us three kids ended up being crushed between the back seat and the front seats and got out of the accident without a scratch or bruise.
Even after this accident, my parents still drove us all over the place without seatbelts.
We also drove in the backs of pick-up trucks.
My father liked to hunt, and I was shooting a 22 at beer can targets since about age 5 or 6. I was shooting a shot gun by age 10.
I retrieved beers for my Dad and company from an age too early to remember.
I went to the store for smokes for my parents from about age 5.
Since age 6, 8 and 9...us three kids were alone from 2 hours before waking until 3 hours after getting home from school.
We would make our own breakfast, get off to school, come home and make a snack and go out playing around the neighbourhood until supper time.
We rode public transit around the city alone from about age 8.
We drank milky tea from about age 1. My gran or Mum would just mix 3/4 milk and 1/4 tea in the baby bottle for us to drink.
And a common treatment for a cold and sore throat was black coffee with a half shot of rum in it.