Just ... Wow!
By the time I was ten, I was rambling a lot farther from home than 600 yards. The neighbors couldn't have turned me in, though (not that they would have), because I was mostly wandering around in the woods either behind the house or across the street. Heck, I followed an old woods road I found once and ended up two towns away. I was home in time for dinner so it was just business as usual.
The problem today is that the nanny state blissninnies want to take all the fun out of being a kid.
Oh, and when I was out wandering in the woods by the age of ten, I was carrying a fixed-blade hunting knife with about a 6- or 7-inch blade. And it was sharp, because my grandfather didn't approve of knives that weren't sharp enough to shave with. The SJWs' heads would have exploded over the idea that the entire family considered it perfectly normal and healthy for a ten-year old to be walking around the world with a "huge" knife on his belt on a daily basis.