One of the best things about growing up on a farm in North Wales during the 1960s was the feeling of freedom I had.
Compared to the mollycoddled, closeted upbringing my kids have had to endure growing up in Manchester, my childhood was all open spaces, long unsupervised days and hard-won lessons in risk.
Perhaps nothing better embodies the bliss and freedom of my childhood on the farm than the many days I spent riding across fields and barely beaten paths in the back of my old man's jeep.
I never strapped in in any way, and would, when moving across the jauntiest of bumps, sometimes scuttle around the back, hanging on for dear life, while my heart leapt and dived.
But we live in a very different world today. Compared to the way things were, I could never just put my kids in the back of my Renault van and let them bounce around the cabin. Firstly, it is against the law and, secondly, it is something that would never be covered under the terms of my van insurance.
So, while part of me feels for the man who was recently stopped by police for carrying his toddler round in the open-top cabin of his van – after all the child was held in place by a rope – part of me just thinks, "Oh for goodness sake man, what were you thinking? It's not 1961, you know!"
As one witness reported, "If the driver had slammed the brakes he could have been crushed by bags of coal. But when police questioned the driver he just said, ‘What's the problem, he's strapped in' and pointed to the rope. No one could quite believe what they were seeing."