When we were really little we had to stay within the range of the bell my mom would ring to call us home. When we got older and had bikes were were mostly not supposed to cross: the big highway, the airfield, or the other highway. Had to call if you were going to miss dinner but family dinner wasn't really a thing so it was kind of perfunctory because my parents liked to pretend they were like other parents.
When my friends got cars, I would call if I wasn't coming home and my mom would go through the motions of talking to "my friend's mom" but honestly it was easy to get past that since my parents didn't know most of my friends' parents.
My parents split when I was eleven and my dad didn't want to talk to my friends' parents any more than they wanted to talk to him. I moved in with him when I was in my senior year which was about the time I got my own car (a necessity since he didn't live in the town where my high school was so I had to drive to school). He went out of town for work a lot and would leave money on the counter for food when he was away. I had a job by that time so had some of my own money. When he was home I just had to turn off the light when I got home which meant basically getting home before dawn.
It was both neglectful and not. I was mostly responsible and, honestly, turned out okay. My sister, who stayed with my mom and was a little younger, had a really different time (but also turned out okay!). My mom got way more permissive really quickly which was both the good and the bad news.