I think that's probably a good distinction/system. I grew up in the Czech Republic and I was allowed access to knives at age 3 or so. Sometimes I cut myself. M

I think that's probably a good distinction/system. I grew up in the Czech Republic and I was allowed access to knives at age 3 or so. Sometimes I cut myself. My grandpa would just tell me "Nešikovne maso musí prič." which translates roughly as "Unskilled meat has got to go." I was allowed to wander around the forest, start fires and climb trees. I got lost, burned and I fell. Even in the city I remember going on errands when I was in kindergarden. Nobody batted an eye at a 6 year old kid walking into a store to return some bottles so he could buy a lolipop. I really appreciate the skills and perspective I gained from my upbringing. Most significantly it instilled in me a deep sense of personal responsibility. From an early age I knew that mistakes were nobody's fault but my own. I learned to think before I acted. I am eternally grateful to my parents for providing me with that sort of childhood. I am glad that I could have died. "... that's the real death; not this death when you depart the body, but being dead while you're alive. That's real death, I think." ~ Henry Miller