Not a hairy parent story but my late DH whose parents ran a pub some 6+ miles north of Hastings back in the late ‘40s. Aged 8 he rode his bike to school in Hastings, alone, there & back, in all weathers, seasons and conditions, downhill there & uphill home.! The very thought of this small child alone gives me the colleywobbles. One of the pub’s patrons, a bachelor with the same surname, gave J his family’s military sword ‘to play with’. He used to run around the pub gardens wielding it in mock battle. It is lethal and my DC were never allowed to take it out of its sheath and now I have to hide it when the GS visit .