Anywhere in the rather large neighborhood was fine until dark. The neighborhood was pretty stable. I think my parents knew, at least on a name basis, the families in at least every other house, and everyone kind of knew what kids belonged to whom. If a kid needed to call their parents, they could knock on pretty much any door and be known.
If I told my parents. I could go as far as my bike would take me within even broader parameters. I couldn’t go across the railroad tracks to the west, unless it was to the tennis courts, north about 3 miles, about a mile south (Port Everglades limited how far I could go), and east to the ocean.
This is probably especially noteworthy and trusting of my parents since I have a medical condition that’s known as one of the more disabling around- one fall and I’d have permanently lost the ability to walk, let alone ride a bike.