When I started school my parents took me once or twice, to be sure I knew the way. After that I was expected to walk the half mile or so myself, be on time and not get killed coming or going. All the kids ni that neighborhood walked each way, made friends, or not, and were independent children. Then when we moved out into the country, got a 22 rifle when I was about 10, explored the fields round the house and down to the local creek, walked the railrod tracks, and didn't have to be told to get out of the way of the trains. So by the time I finished college I was ready to be out and independent. In fact had no qualms about moved from the midwest to Los Angles for a time and later moving back. Had no need to be supported financially as I learned to live within MY means, or to be supported for a frail emotional state when the world wasn't what I wanted it to be.