I was a latchkey kid in the ’80s and it was fabulous. I would come home from primary school on the bus, let myself in and the house was mine. I felt so wonderfully grown up. I didn’t do many things wrong, really. I climbed up to get some of the chocolate my Dad hid (badly) on top of the freezer. I watched possibly more TV than I was meant to. But mostly I was responsible.
Is it naive to think it was a simpler time? We roamed the neighbourhood with the other local kids, rode our bikes or rollerskated on our suburban streets, played with our pets and sometimes, literally climbed trees.
The amount of times I find myself barking to my kids “Stop with all the screens! Go outside and climb a tree!” and they just look at me blankly as if I’ve suggested they have a conversation with a dining room chair.