It seems like (2) is a good cause of (1), quite separate from helicopter parenting: working parents need a supervised place to store their kids.
When I was a kid, I could roam the neighbourhood in a pack exploring woods and feeding horses, because I was sent to an (illegal) child-minder. This was just the house of an auntie who had finished raising five kids and was still not sick of it.
Being illegal was the best part: had it been an official daycare centre, we would have been trapped inside a palisade and hovered over by nice 20-somethings with proffesional training and no kids. No Hulk-Hogan reinactments would not have been possible then.
When I was a kid, I could roam the neighbourhood in a pack exploring woods and feeding horses, because I was sent to an (illegal) child-minder. This was just the house of an auntie who had finished raising five kids and was still not sick of it.
Being illegal was the best part: had it been an official daycare centre, we would have been trapped inside a palisade and hovered over by nice 20-somethings with proffesional training and no kids. No Hulk-Hogan reinactments would not have been possible then.