Don't wave your knickers at the train!

How have we survived the last 43 years?  That's how long the film "The Railway Children" has been around, but apparently it's only now that someone (I stress "one") has decided that it's dangerous because it might encourage children to play on the railway lines.  Best of intentions I'm sure, but really...!  My complaint would be that it's a film I only dare watch when I'm alone, because I always dissolve into tears at the end - you know, when the smoke and steam clears, and Jenny Agutter exclaims "Daddy, my daddy" - Christ, I'm blubbing now just typing this.  Strangely, it's the word "my" that does it - leave that out and I'd still have a lump in my throat, but with it - serious waterworks!