Really? That is your response to what is essentially a male/war/destroy value, versus a female/grow/ nurture value?

When will they ever learn...

I can't watch the ad in my country.

Sad panda.

There was a time when police were respected and teachers had no fear , there was even a time when kids played in the streets all day and even had fun

BM

I remember that time.

There were lots of kids in our street, so it was just a case of "Be home for dinner".

Helicopter parents might have existed, but I never knew any.

i was one of those kids , out in the morning home at night , cut grazed and bruised but that was kids enjoying themselves , they were really different times

BM

"i was one of those kids , out in the morning home at night , cut grazed and bruised but that was kids enjoying themselves , they were really different times"

Me too: the 1950s.

i had my 3 wheeler , my water pistol , I was armed to the teeth even in those days and a group of us just went and went .

When I was 5 I decided to visit my Nan who live 3 or 4 miles away and with my 3 wheeler I got onto the road stopped at the traffic lights did hand signals and of course eventually a policeman (you remember them?) asked me where I was going (a 30 ton Fodden behind me) "Off to see Nan THIR!"

bm

PS - The AA and RAC saluted you .................

Didn't have any Nans but spent my time out in the fields playing cowboys and 'native Americans', camping, lighting fires , racing snails, riding my bike and doing lots of things I didn't know were 'wrong' until I reached adulthood..

Had a Nan and Grandma .

Nan was Mum's and Grandma was Dad's

Nan / Pops had done very well whilst Grandma who had 9 kids had fought all her life to keep the family together, fed and clothed

One was lovely the other stern victorian and loved beyond words by her 6 sons and feared by her 3 daughters

Cowboys and Indians - Foreign Legion - Romans - Dan Dare and above all MAYHEM with a group of kids bereft of care and minds superb and we are the lucky generation .

Lighting fires - please do not go there

BM

Both Grandma's died long before I was born, so the word was never part of my childhood vocabulary. Neither was Grandfather, As for fire, I once set a fire in a field that got out of hand. My little friends and I fought a losing battle to put the fire out until adults from threatened houses joined us. Expecting blame, we were showered with praise because everyone assumed that a passing train had sparked off the fire. We had a freedom that children are not allowed today. Definitely the 'lucky generation'.