When Jane Taylor was a child life was good. She lived in a peaceful village on the western outskirts of London. The local kids safely played out together until dusk, bikes were ridden in the streets, and helicopter parenting had not been invented.
She knew her neighbours – and, with a large family, was related to many of them – and she attended the village school, doing well enough to go on to university and a career as an occupational therapist with the NHS.
