Interesting thread and doubly interesting to see how much nostalgia people have for their own upbringing. I'm the same, I grew up in a small town and had freedom todays kids can only dream about. Later on I ended up at boarding school out in the country and come Sundays we were required to be off the school estate, hiking on surrounding farms or riding the 25 odd km to the nearest bit of civilisation where we were likely to see girls. We got up to all sorts, a few of the more enterprising arranged lifts to the beach, about 2 hours away, while others had access to motor cycles and made their own way there. Guess what, in the time I was there no-one was killed or maimed despite leaping off waterfalls, falling off bicycles, horses and utes, in fact the worst injuries came from the headmaster after some idiot rolled in reeking of cigarette smoke, or got busted thumbing a lift back on Sunday evening.:black_eye:
Unfortunately we cannot turn the clock back and attitudes have changed. I have a fair amount to do with personal injury claims these days and let me tell you, let little Johnny disobey an instruction on the school adventure trip, injuring himself as a consequence and you'll have the parents come down on all involved like the proverbial avenging angels. Funnily enough life threatening injuries (allegedly) become far less important than the money they are worth, once negotiations begin. A few thousand dollars can act as a remarkably soothing balm for wounded feelings.
Long story short, appreciate what we had and treasure what we have left. You have only to read JG3's stories of outback exploration to appreciate that adventures may have changed, but they are still to be found for those that want it badly enough. Something that struck me about John's writing though is that there is an appreciation of the dangers and just as importantly the potential pitfalls of having to involve the authorities in a rescue. Epirbs and the like are wonderful tools, but they come at a cost.