As children, we were constantly yearning for independence from our parents. Sure, they fed us, clothed us, and put a roof over our head, but what did they
really ever do for us? Movies featuring kids on their own became a sort of illicit fantasy of autonomy, a state of unlikely non-supervision to which we could eventually aspire.
So, the question is,
Would you rather:
Experience the zany madcap robber-evading adventures of Kevin McCallister in Home Alone

or
Enjoy weeks of non-stop childlike debauchery in a remote setting while assembling an elaborate parent-fooling scheme a la
Camp Nowhere?

Explain your reasoning.