Parenthood is wildly different now than when I was a child.
There are many things my parents let me do that I would never let my own kids do today — like spend a month in Europe on my own or light fireworks.
Sure, wandering miles from home and staying home alone during middle school worked out for me and my brother in the 80s and 90s, but that was then.
Here are eight things my parents let me do that I would never let my kids do.
Maybe the times have changed, or maybe I’m just not as laid back in my approach to parenting as my folks were. There are a lot of things my parents let me do that I would never allow my own kids to do.
My wife and I will encourage our kids (currently a four-year-old and an infant) to be freethinking and eager to explore the world, but that doesn’t mean they’ll be free to roam without supervision like I often did.
Sure, wandering miles from home during grade school, playing with fireworks, and road trips at age 16 worked out for my brother and me back in the 80s and 90s, but that was then.
Here are things my parents let me do that I’ll never allow my kids to do.
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1. I spent a month in Europe at age 14 … without my parents
When I was 14, my buddy and I headed off to Europe for a month without parents. We were enrolled in a Spanish-language course that provided housing, meals, a daily schedule, and a nightly curfew. But for about four hours each afternoon and for entire weekend days, we were free to roam the lovely Spanish city of Salamanca without the least bit of supervision.
Since we were very mature eighth-grade graduates, we got into some trouble. For instance, I once got a mouthful of red wine vinegar after making a mistaken purchase at a grocery store. We also got chased out of a restaurant after accidentally exploding a glass ashtray using a butane lighter.
My kids aren’t going on any overseas odysseys without me until they’re at least a few years older than I was.
2. I drove alone starting the day I got my license
I got my driver’s license the day I turned 16, and that very day I was allowed to hop into our blue Toyota Previa and head out on the road alone. Granted, I drove all of two miles that first afternoon, but within a matter of weeks I was cruising around with impunity, even driving myself to school despite the fact that sophomores weren’t supposed to. (For the record, my parents didn’t know about that particular school policy.)
My kids can start driving themselves around alone after first driving around with my wife or me in the car for a year.
3. I played with fire … literally
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