When I was a kid back before Dinosaurs ruled the Earth, the norm was for parents to throw kids out of the houses on weekdays during the summer, with the offspring only coming back for meals. The rest of the time we played with the neighborhood kids. It was not necessarily idyllic. Bullies and bores are not an invention of contemporary times. On the whole though it worked, with kids learning to deal with people outside of their families, engaging in sports and games, riding bikes, reading books, swimming, refighting the battles of World War II, etc., all without adult supervision. Most of my initial lessons in self-reliance, standing up for myself and others and learning how to entertain myself, I drew from those endless summer days. It wasn’t a bad time to be a kid. Parents, by and large, did not hover over us. Over-scheduling of kids with activities was not usually an issue. Overwhelmingly families had both a Mom and a Dad. Kids were given space and time to be kids, and, usually, not treated as a disease to be cured, little princes and princesses or mini-adults. I am glad I went through my childhood a half century ago and that I did not have to experience the childhood that so many kids I encounter in the law mines today have to endure.