We seemed to have had a standing appointment at the doctor every Friday to take care of what happened during the week. We swore the only reason DFACS was never involved is that our doctor was an elder at church and he knew. Ever had dirt clod fights when a house is going up, only to discover when they hit your head some dirt clods have rocks in them. I went down a hill on the handle bars of the bike my brother was propelling. Pot Hole !!. He came out worse. I only had road rash. He got gouged up and broke 2 teeth on the handle bars when I launched. We started young too. Same down hill driveway on a tricycle three times. Flipped and busted head 3 times. Finally got banned by mom from that driveway. Tried to fly. Broke arm. Took up skateboarding. Broke arm again. Hit by truck on bicycle. 12 years old riding bike to town 4 miles in or so to get candy at Ben Franklin. Rode it 10 miles out or so to friends houses. Only rule was home at dinner and don't make them get in car to come find you.
Flip side...We also had mandatory chores, and family time on back patio during summer snapping beans and shucking corn and whatnot. If I had a late baseball game, did veggies in uniform till time to go. Only when all was done was hte TV allowed to come on. THe remote was whoever was laying in the floor closest to the TV.
Unrelated side note: We also learned that 2 pieces of long surgical tubing and a good pouch would launch water baloons over a 3-4 story dorm, and no one would know here they were coming from. A relay line of spotters would line you up and time the launch.