They were pretty strict when I was growing up- once, I was invited to a party given by a classmate when I was about 15, the usual interview-
"Will the parents be there?"
"Yes" fib no. 1
"Will there be boys?"
"No" fib no. 2
So my Dad picks me up from the party, later in the evening. No parents, and I reeked of cigarette smoke. Needless to say, I was grounded for quite a bit.