It would be interesting to see how our attitudes towards toys changed once abuse entered our lives. Did we go from exulting in our toys to taking refuge in them, for example? It's not something I have thought about much, but your poem has stuck this bug in my head now. Thanks for sharing this with us and, as usual, for your honest and penetrating insights.
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me. (Woody Guthrie)