last week dd1 (9) wanted me to go on a school trip with her, so i did. the word 'supervise' was used on the registration form and i sort of (in an english way) assumed this meant i would be responsible for a small group of children etc etc.
it was a ski trip - the children were assessed as to their ability and then told which (level) runs they were allowed to go on, and then let loose on the mountain. no groups, no supervision, just 'be back at 3pm to help tidy up so that it's clean when we get on the bus.'
nobody died, they all had a lovely day. some stopped for lunch (either packed or went to the cafe), some didn't bother and skiied all day. some fell over, some didn't.
i tried to imagine an english school trip run that and realised that the parents would have been laying on the road in horror to prevent the bus from leaving.
my dcs do get left. we have ground rules. at the mo the longest has been an hour, and only because i got held up. they know to go next door if they feel uncomfortable or worried about anything. two nights a week i finish work at the same time they finish school, so they walk home on their own and we all get back at roughly the same time.
at 9, i would leave the house in the morning, spend the day building dams in the river two miles away from the house across the fields, and come back when i was hungry. my sister (about 7) came once and bashed her head on a stone bridge. she bled all the way home, but it wasn't much of a drama. just part of life's rich adventure.
i do remember taking her on the expedition to get my patrol camp permit at guides. (they let you light fires and cook and everything you know) and she poured bpoiling water all over her foot... liability that girl. still, it gave me a chance to practice my first aid as well!