When I was 4, my parents let me:
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....climb through the cab window and lay in the capped back of our pickup truck on long car trips, rolling around squishing my brother as we turned corners...
... play in our kiddie pool and sandbox while mom made dinner or did laundry
... accompany Dad to the beer store!
... bring mom her lighter!
... ride my bike to the end of the street and back
In my memory, they seemed to let me do LESS when I was a teenager, but that could just be my perception on things.