Belisha Beacons were indeed introduced in the 1930s, along with the driving test. My late grandad, who would now be 112, was one of those who never took a driving test in his life. I went to the Tufty club once or twice aged four, and I remember the portable zebra crossing, although I didn't understand the role play: I remember my turn to walk across it, and I was told "Look both ways. Is anything coming?" The "anything" was static cars on a canvas, how could they be "coming"?. My brother knocked the Belisha Beacon over. My dad told me that when they showed us a film about road safety, I was far more interested in the big reel-to-reel projector than what was on the screen. I used to get birthday cards from "Tufty", and at the time I didn't remember who he was.
Another childhood thing I loved was badges: I still have a massive collection from museums and so on. One of them says "I am 5" which I remember being attached to a birthday card; another says "I won't pay poll tax", which a street campaigner put into my hand. I also had one which said, in tiny print "stop reading my badge". They didn't say "warning - sharp point" in those days!
I loved the funny routine of primary school PE, even though I wasn't very good at it. In the classroom, we would strip to vest and pants, and put our shoes back on: always without socks (yay!), to save time. We would then walk to the assembly hall past the other classrooms, where the other children would giggle at us being half naked. In the hall, we'd take shoes off (lining them up neatly), and do exercises, often following instructions from a posh BBC voice on a cassette player. "Curl up small - you are a duckling." Sometimes we did circle games - of course, my favourite one was keeper of the keys, where someone had to sneak up as quietly as they could, and grab a bean bag from near the keeper, who was blindfolded, and pointed at any sound they heard. Afterwards, when we were learning about time, we used sand timers to time ourselves getting dressed, putting our names on a chart; only two boys managed to do it in less than one minute. It was a moment of pride for me when I did it in less than three minutes. I attended a lunchtime group where we did things like skipping, forward rolls, balancing, throwing and catching bean bags. I learned years later that this was a remedial group for gross coordination! 😯The blissful ignorance of childhood.