Ahhh ... childhood .... not a soft fluffy cardi and warm Weetabix for all! For some it was a time of creeping shadows, confusion, neglect, abuse, blows, beatings, threats and terror. A time when all hope turned to despair and all dreams to nightmare - a dark, dark time lurking still in the distant, dusty corridors of memory. They are not pretty and they are not toys, but do need to be cherished and loved - perhaps, more so, otherwise they may behave badly! Though dark and sometimes disturbing , they are lovingly fashioned as a testament and a salutation to the often indestructible spirit of abused children and their ability to find inner psychic helpers in times of distress.

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