I loved Jason's video about the unspeakable risks we exposed ourselves to as kids.   That video elicited this from Liz, a lady who survived the Nazi occupation of her home in Holland who isn't about to be frightened off by health warnings about the dangers of playground equipment!

Jason, those were the days, I had an old Ford Fairlane, so I could take the whole basket-ball team to training and then drop them all at home.
 
No safety-belts, some kids on the seats, some on the floor, all of them eating an apple or an orange, which were interchanged between them. Nobody ever got sick, that I remember.

If some of the parents were not home I took them home with me, then all in the same bath!

Yeah, fancy doing that now, I suppose you would be put in jail for being a bad mother!

Liz, it sounds to me like you are precisely the sort of mother this nation needs more of!   You led me to fish out this photo of the undefeated minor premiers from St Joseph's Rockdale, 1972.

The bloke at the back was our trainer, Bill Cruikshank.   Bill had the milk run around Rockdale delivering everyone's bottles of milk to the door.  On game days, we'd unload the milk crates from the back of Bill's ute, then pile in as he drove us to our away games enjoying the open air in the back of the ute.   It is difficult to imagine how today's media might treat the news that the Sisters of Saint Joseph c/o The Convent, Waltz Street Rockdale were regularly consigning their highly responsible team of fourteen 10 year old boys to the back of Bill's ute, where no adjacent vehicle was safe from the threat of little boy lairising!