Chestnut
So many adventurous tales from people who travelled abroad in their early teens, I'm most impressed. But my father can beat you all. He was only five years old and had to walk alone through the woods to school and back every day. They lived on one side of the woods and the village was about three miles away on the other side. This was the 1920s.
As for me, I was riding around in London buses on my own aged 8 years.
The point I'm making is that you can't compare what you did 50 or 60 years ago with today. Or in my dad's case 100 years ago. As we know 'the past is a different place and they do things differently there'.
Children are not generally raised to be as independent as they were in the previous century, even if you don't realise it. And the people of today are very different too. Some of them will stab you just for looking at them (that was in the news the other day). So much has changed. We need to ensure our children are truly able to cope when they're alone and so far from home. Waiting until they've done their A-Levels seems wise to me, to give them just that little bit more breathing space.
I completely agree Chestnut, it’s a different age now.
No, I wouldn’t have allowed my son or daughter to do this, not because I don’t trust them but because I would have spent the time worried sick.
At 7 I would cycle with my younger sisters and friend around the lanes to a village some five miles away, have a picnic and cycle back. We would often spend all day outside, returning home for meals, my mother had little idea of what where we were or what we were doing.
From the age of 5 I walked a mile across fields to school, alone and after a couple of years I was responsible for my two younger siblings doing the same.
At 11 I would walk a mile to catch the bus to school 15 miles away and walk back in the evening along unlit roads.
I’m 70 now and life was very different then.