nana it's a world gone crazy. We were lucky, when we were little, raised by a single parent (mother) in the 1950s, we were very well informed about weirdos (my mom believed in open communication) and the only time someone tried it on with my brother who was about 5 at the time, he ran as fast as his little legs would carry him to tell on. And my mother caused such a rumpus, I still remember her putting her best 'picture hat' on to go to the man's house. My mum told his wife, the minister, his employer, the local magistrate (who happened to be her boss at the time), my grandparents, the school principal and anyone else she thought needed to know (there was no doubt about what he did being wrong). My brother was unaffected and years later that man committed suicide.