In the summers of my childhood I would leave the house around 10am with a packed lunch and walk alone everywhere until 8pm or so (before cell phone era). As an adult I’ve driven on some of the sidewalkless rural roads I used to walk and thought “it’s an absolute miracle that I didn’t get hit by a car.” I was a dumb kid with no sense of risk, and it’s sheer luck that I got through it unscathed, tbh.