My mother did not let me or my brother out of her site. We were driven to and from school by her or a trusted friend because she worked full time. At home, we had to stay in our own yard when outside and have our friends come over to play. She was very, very, very protective to say the least.
Oh, when I got little older (like 12 or so), my mom did not care at all about what we were doing. I mean, whatsoever. My brother and I once had a picnic on the roof of our house and put a blow up swimming pool there. We were all the envy of the neighborhood kids. She also allowed us to try pot and hash brought over by one of her friends.
But in the younger days, it was a lot.
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