Walked to school (just over a mile) first and second grades. Then they started bussing us; took a bus for third grade. Moved closer to school for fourth grade and walked from then on (all 12 years were on the same campus).
Curfews? No. I actually was (most of the time) a dependable teen and was expected to be home at a time that was appropriate for the event. If I wanted to stay out later, I just had to call home and say, "A bunch of us are going out for pizza and then we're going bowling. I'll be home by midnight." As long as they knew who I was with and where I was going, I had freedom. My parents were free-range parents before that became trendy....LOL. Most of my friends had parents who were much more strict...i.e. "No, I don't care where you want to go after the game, I said 10 p.m. and I MEANT 10 p.m."
Of course, I'd be telling a fib if I said there were times when I wasn't where I was supposed to be and/or who I was supposed to be with. BUT, and that's the big BUT....they didn't know about it, so I got to keep my privileges.
One time, my best friend had gotten us dates with these two guys who weren't exactly hoods, but they weren't far off it. We both knew that there was no way in H-E-Double-Hockeysticks that either set of parents were going to let us out of the house with them, so we told them we were going on a hayride with a Baptist youth group. They dropped us off at the Baptist church, we ducked around the back where the guys were waiting and off we went. I was out of my comfort zone and had a horrible time on the date, and I then lived the agony of the damned for the next few weeks convinced that every time the phone rang, it was someone calling my mother to tell her they had seen me out with an undesirable character. If I remember correctly, that's the only time I snuck around......the guilt and dread pretty much kept me on the straight-and-narrow until college.
