I walked home from school aged 8, it was only a mile and I walked with my nine year old brother.
I cooked full dinners, and got my cooking badge etc (so I know I could cook a full roast on my own aged 9) I could fry an egg to go in a sandwich, or a pancake for breakfast at an earlier age, certainly cakes I can't remember when I started cooking them...
If I wanted to see a friend on the other side of town I'd walk there or ride a bike there on my own.
Aged 12 I would ride my bike for miles, to visit friends who lived in villages outside the town where I lived.
The first time I went overseas without my parents I was aged 14,
I went on busses to town ten or twenty miles away from ages 15 or 16, but I akso had a job aged 16 I was a cleaner.
I went to London for the first time aged 17 that was the first time I'd been in a train. By that time i'd had a passport and been overseas without my parents 3 times, my brother and I had our grown family holidays and stayed at home.
The first time I went to a festival I was 17. I bought tickets with money that I earned.
Aged 18 I still needed my dad to drive me to iniversity interviews and open days, but I went off to university having been allowed and learnt a lot of responsibility...
What I'm really saying is I was responsible enough to be trusted to do these things.
I was motivated enough to find a job and earn my own money to do these things.
I lived in a place where I could do those things. Not some big city where I could just disappear, or a place with loads of traffic.
Even though it wasn't "all that long ago", it was a different time.
There is no set order that you should or shouldn't do things, (for example I was roaming around Paris with two friends before I'd travelled on a train)
Even after I'd done all these things my parents told me that they didn't trust me to drive, and refused to offer any help with lessons or would try to talk me out of the idea even when I was still in university.
Because whilst I was responsible enough to go overseas on exchange trips, responsible enough to go out in the morning and be back before the street lights came on, responsible enough to go on holiday with just myself and my girlfriend... They thought I'd crash! (And they were probably right!)
Most parents know their kids.
Kids will kick up a fuss and complain (like I did about wanting a motorbike, and wanting a car.)
I didn't believe them at the time that I'd crash my car, when I did learn to drive I of course had the odd scrap.
I'm now o'd enough to realise they were right. Had I been allowed to do the things that they prevented me doing, (like driving) I probably wouldn't be around to write this...