In my day, my mother smoked, drank a little and worked up to the day I was born.
Our house had an outhouse, an outside pump, a coal stove, four rooms and was climate controlled. (It was hot in the summer and cold in the winter.)
I slept in a crib until I was literally too big for it. It was brightly painted with lead-based paints.
There were no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets.
I rode in cars without the aid of car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags, and when we went to town the whole family rode in the back of the pickup truck.