Yes - it's one of the paradoxes (pandora's boxes ?) of modern-day life that supposed freedoms, rights, etc - engendered in the abandonment of old 'restrictions' back in the 'swinging 60s' - seem to have saddled the younger ones with a whole set of new clamps.
Freedom of speech is severely curtailed - lest a member of some well protected 'minority' ethnic or religious group is offended.
City streets can no longer be wandered freely - without observation from all angles, by an array of CCTV cameras, tracking every footstep.
Telephone calls to suppliers/providers are 'recorded' (for management training purposes, etc) - and even private calls can be 'tuned-into' by bugging devices, NOTW reporters and others of ill-intent.
Cars have 'tracking devices' lest stolen, bicycles need 'invisible markers' and pet animals are best served with 'implant chips' to speed their way through air-ports, etc.
ID cards are stolen, copied, misused/abused - faster than monitors can 'pick up' on such and report to the legal owner and/or the local police constable.
Indeed - one's very own Identity can be stolen, duplicated, misused etc - and one can be 'found' to be in 5 different places at any one time - buying counterfeit goods with fake credit cards @ 5 different Super-markets - and taking 10 times 'cash-back' amounts the bank ever agreed to.
As you suggest - many of these monitoring measures are self-imposed - as kids feel obliged to report their every movement to others - be they worried parents or interested friends, keen to stay in constant touch - via text, voice-mail, tweet or twitter.
Sadly - bereft of those halcyon days of just 60 years ago - when a kid (like me) could get on a bike and cycle his way to wherever.
I think it was back in 1953 - when, with nothing better to do with my time - feeling a bit bored - I thought I'd ride my bike somewhere beyond the horizon. Ilford, Seven Kings and Romford were easily encompassed - I'd probably been there before - on a bus.
Beyond that it got a bit tricky - without a map or compass (or much of a clue where I was heading) it was all brand new terrain. Cutting to the quick - I found myself in a place calling itself Hornchuch - which even as a 10-year old I found rather nondescript (bordering on the 'boring' tbh).
Luckily, local residents had erected road-signs - pointing the way back to Romford etc - so I found my way back home.
Getting a clip round round the ear - not for having gone roaming, but for being 15 minutes late for tea - sardines on toast, due to be dished up @ 4-30 pm - and it was then 4-45 pm !!!
The Q "Where the hell have you been ???" had little or nothing to do with my somewhat pointless bike ride to Hornchurch. But much to do with my lackadaisical sense of time - my absence from the table - when expected to be.
(Can't remember what excuse I gave - it was probably 'chain broke' or 'puncture' - whatever.)
Different age - different times - different sense of 'freedom' and self-sufficiency/responsibility ?
; ))