For a long time, my dad had a single cab truck. I think he got his first extended cab in 1994 or 1995.
We all (mom, dad, brother, me and the dog, and if we were going long enough, just because we were not crowded enough, we would add a car sick cat to the mix) would ride to the cabin in the cab of the truck. Hour and a half drive not so great roads. Drew and I would share the middle lap belt, Romeo (dog) would sit at our feet and Reebok (cat) would sit on whoever she felt like getting sick on that trip.
I had a car seat, and I used it until I was at least three if not four.
I'm a farm kid. I started driving at the age of 10, with an adult in the car. I started driving our rather large ATV with out adult supervision around Summer's age, 8.
I road in the back of many trucks.
My uncle had an open cab tractor and I can remember sitting on the edge while he was driving and watching the wheels, which weren't far from me turning.
Nothing to do with parents, but more or less, because I was 13
We hooked up the red wagon behind said ATV and pulled kids around in it as if it was a chuck wagon. We did at least put helmets on everyone, not just the people in the wagon.
There was also a 10 day Disneyland trip. We flew to California and my grandparents picked us up in their camper van. I believe I either sat on a bucket or a porta potty that whole entire trip. The only accessible seat belts were in the front seat. Neither my mom, dad, brother or I wore a seat belt for 10 days. I was 10 at the time of this trip