You read these horror stories on child abuse and how coaches/scout leaders/churchmen/politicians used their power to cover things up. Most of us escaped that fate thanks to the rumour mill and an innate sense of who was dodgy. There were a few teacher you did not want to be alone with. Doggy swimming lessons etc. Its sad to read about the really cunning and devious and what they got away with.
On a brighter note - in more naive times
As youngsters wandering our village, we used to call on an old stable hand. He lived in a kind of flat/come cottage in a stable yard for a big house. He was an elderly bachelor and would make us a cup of tea on the coal fire and chat to us, especially in the winter months when it was cold and dark. He was known a Ward in the village- probably he surname. Aged 5 or 6, whenever my mum couldn't find us and it was time for tea, she would call round at Wards to collect us. He was a very kind old chap with lots of reminiscences that he would tell us. He was an absolute gent and never did anything that was not kind. He liked a chat after a hard days work. I've looked back and thought, he had no ill intent, it was just how people got along back then. Lots of time for others.
Sadly you just wouldn't trust someone like that to belfried young kids these days.