By Sara Wallis Do you remember being told: ‘Go outside and play, be home in time for dinner’? No phones, no watches, only one vague rule – when it starts to get dark, go home. My brother and I would roam the streets on our bikes and skateboards. There might be a skipping rope or a ball, some kid might have a Coca-Cola yo-yo or even better, 50p to spend on sweets from the shop. Would I let my kids enjoy the same freedom I did? Absolutely not. Is this because I am a total helicopter parent control freak? Partly. The dangers are probably no different, but we all worry more, about everything from …
