We had our first rabbits when i was a pre-schooler. They were kept in the wood shack, in small housing boxes above ground, with barely any space to move. They weren't given proper care at all, our parents didn't teach us how to care for them, they barely got out because one had run off as such, and the other two eventually became pot meat. We didn't share any bonds at all and the best we did as kids was maybe collecting our kid handful of grass and splitting it among three rabbits. The only thing i remember of them is that they were pretty average rabbit size rabbits and dad held one up by its ears to scare a cousin of ours.
A long time passed when we had a cat and two dogs, nobody wanted or needed a rabbit. They all disappeared though, and for about 4 years we had no pets at all. Two years ago i started constantly suggestively asking for a pet again and kept at it until last year's summer when i finally got Musti. He was a complete game changer to how our family saw rabbits. He was big, firendly, cuddly and well-trained, easy to handle and sometimes came when called. He was such a relief and emotional support beam for me. I did all of the research on proper rabbkt care then, learning along the way of owning him. He too started off in the wood shack in a relatively small cage, a 60*90*60cm cubicle assembled from grid sheets. I managed to convince my parents to get him neutered and vaccinated, and in late november he came to live with us inside. We were all happy but he managed to catch a condition that our local vet couldn't fix and we picked a bad vet to trust from further away. By the time we had found a great vet he was already too far gone.
If it was a great decision or not, i don't know, but i picked up Storm on the same day that Musti had gone. After a week of owning him, i had managed to convince my parents to try letting him live indoors right at the start as it had gone well with Musti.
They agreed and with loads of rabbit proofing and testing Storm came to live with us, got neutered and even got a pal picked up from 130km away. The pal got neutered too, there was some more trial and error but now i can say that they're bonded, neutered and living inside with us.
My parents did zero extra research for that, leaving me to be the main person to inform them and cry if my buns needed vet help, and protest if yhey give buns something they should not have.
Goes to show that even children/teens/young adults can all be smarter/wiser than their parents when things come down to it.
I'm not busy with activities outside of school so i can dedicate a big part of my time for my buns. I also pay 90% of their costs on my own, unless my dad says that it's fine if i don't pay him back the sum of the litter and haybales. So i guess that even i get some parently commitment...