A few years back, the whole 'Free-Range Kids' philosophy was all the rage. I can sympathize with the idea, growing up we had a lot of free time- in the summer, we were allowed to play outside until sundown, and our mom would ring a big brass bell to summon us to dinner, which usually lasted until after 10PM. We were ramblers and rough-housers, with parental supervision typically being stringent only in the case of academics. Mom knew she raised us with ethical standards, so she wasn't afraid of us having the run of the neighborhood. That being said, as Tengrain reveals, the free-range kids thing can go too far:
It's a cookbook!!!