Those glimpses hold such a powerful grip on us, don't they? Maybe it would help to bear in mind that they are the memories of a boy who was too young to understand what was happening to him. That is, they are the ways of viewing things as we were years ago, not as we are now.
I recall how one day I was talking to my mother about how big the abuser was. She looked at me with this astonished expression on her face, and then told me that in reality he had been a shortish kind of man and not at all imposing in any way. Those were just the impressions I had carried with me from the age of 10.
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)