My earliest years were spent in Hyson Green in Nottingham. Even at the age of three, I was expected to amuse myself and was sent to play in the street. My earliest recollections were of brick air raid shelters - built in the roadway - ideal for hide-and-seek. I would be sent out to play and told to be back for tea.
On one occasion I went wandering and fell into the River Leen and walked home soaking wet. It became something of a family story because it was the day my brother was born. Clearly, the midwife didn't want me under her feet so I was just sent out to play. I was three and a half.
When I started school, I was expected to get to school and make my way home by myself. This involved crossing Radford Road - one of the busiest roads in the city. Six months later, my family moved to Grantham. Once I knew the route I was expected to make my own way there and back home every day. It was a distance of about half a mile. Few children were met by anyone at the school gate.
Occasionally I collect my grandchildren from school. They are not let out of the classroom door unless they can identify someone who will be responsible for them. Clearly, roads are busy and children do need to be protected from traffic. But I also get the impression that tabloid excess has developed a perception that every lone male - anywhere - is a potential predatory paedophile.