@sevmom: Regarding your thoughts in posts #52 and #54: The hitchhiking clam-digging students adventure occurred several decades ago before the age of constant communication & before the advent of helicopter parenting. No cell phones & no computers meant no frequent phone calls, text messaging or e-mails.
Both were 18 or, maybe, 19 years old. Both well over 6 feet tall. One was the son of college professors and the other was a quiet football player. If I recall correctly, they were college roommates.
Back then I rarely called my parents. Maybe once a semester, although I think that I never called at all during some semesters.
Helicopter parenting only existed, to the extent of my knowledge & experience, with parents guiding their child to medical school & a career as a physician.
I studied abroad three times during college. Once in Austria, once in the Soviet Union & once in Hong Kong & China. I called home once for each trip. As I was preparing to return from China, I changed my plans from flying back on the charter plane with my classmates to taking the Trans Siberian Railroad through China & the Soviet Union. Never discussed it with my parents, classmates or anyone else. There would not have been any means of communication available to me during the trip. Unfortunately, due to a minor sports injury requiring surgery, I had to cancel those plans & return home on the charter flight. Arranged for surgery, drove myself to the hospital, had surgery, but my parents had to pick me up & drive me home per hospital rules.
Back then, a lot of us were on our own for many activities. I started working at age 10–often gone for 12 hours at a time shoveling snow or cutting grass, signed myself up for all sports activities such as Little League baseball & AAU track & field, and rode my bike to all games & events. (Even became a sparring partner for two local professional boxers at age 15 without my parents involvement.)
Once we were 16 & old enough to drive, it was not uncommon to jump in the car at the spur of the moment & drive about 1500 miles to Florida. I do not recall ever informing my parents of these road trips.
I never received an allowance. Always had to make my own money.
Times are different now.
P.S. The clam-digging adventure of the other students wasn’t viewed as selfish or immature–to the extent of my knowledge–but was seen as a maturing experience.