We were raised in an era when our mothers were blissfully unaware of today’s culinary requirements for pregnant mums. They ate blue cheese, processed meat and tuna from cans - and they didn’t get tested for a heap of things that are standard practice today.How about you think about the fact that while those of us living today did survive there were quite a few others who didn't? Tautology is the word that springs to my mind, but I've never studied philosophy so someone who has might be able to supply something better to describe the bizarreness of this attitude from Mr Roy.
They brought us up in houses that weren’t properly insulated, many had asbestos components, our cots were decorated with colourful lead paints. There were no child proof pill bottles, or restraints, we rode our bikes without helmets and shoes. In cars there were no airbags or seat belts - in our case seven of us crammed into a 1953 Vauxhall Velox.
As kids we made our own fun.
We drank water from the garden hose or the creek. We shared soft drink from the same bottle on the odd occasions that we got our hands on it. We played wild games that included shooting each other with bows and arrows and hand grenades made with mud, we fell out of trees. Broke bones and teeth. We ate all the wrong things - real butter, soft drinks - and the only fast food was fish and chips.
But we were not fat. Child obesity was not heard of. We burned it all off playing or working doing old fashioned chores.
How did we survive? It makes you think, doesn’t it?
The pendulum about cotton-woolling kids seems to be heading back, away from No Tree Climbing and back to Sensible Precautions. We're pretty relaxed with Wriggly ourselves (which does earn some disapproving stares from others sometimes when we are out and about).
But grouping this together with seat belts, child-proof pill bottles and trying to avoid catching illnesses that could cause miscarriage? Surely these are not to be lumped in with throwing hand grenades made of mud, implying that they are all just PC gone mad?