Theres love and adoration, mashed up with experiences of neglectand sex abuse. There are some real, genuine funny laughs duringthose innocent mis-behaviours as a child, paralleled with a silent, gutwrenching and confusing existence during my vital early years, then,into the later years, onto the freedom, away from the actual sex abuse,yet unavoidably, carrying memories threaded with anguish, at themental sabotage of that past, then my approach to the judicial system.