My parents never really hit us. They didn't need to because we were squared away by around 5 years old. We also were given a lot of responsibility when we were young. But that's typical farm kid stuff. Hey you can reach the pedals, sort of, hop in the truck and bring it over here. I hit the fields with the tractor by myself at 10 and was driving grain to town at 12. The more you acted like an adult, the cooler stuff you got to do. Otherwise you got the baby kid chores. When we bailed hay, my little brother had to push the clutch on the tractor by holding on to the steering wheel with both hands while he was standing up. He was too small to reach the pedals from the seat.
I really wouldn't have to worry about being somewhere that had mini-golf. If we were bored, we grabbed our guns and went shooting. I got my first Red Ryder BB gun at 6 or 7 and first real gun by 9.
We gave our kids a lot of responsibility and made sure they saved up, bought, and took care of their stuff so it meant something to them. If you give them everything and replace things they destroy, there's no value to anything. This sort of thing isn't much different than random acts of vandalism. People with no respect for others or their property, because they don't respect themselves.