It’s a freezing winter’s night in 1954. A baby boy, a few hours old, is left by his mother, wrapped in nothing but two sheets of newspaper and hidden amongst the undergrowth by a canal bank. An hour later, a late-shift postman is walking wearily home when he hears a faint cry. He finds the newspaper parcel and discovers the newborn, white-cold and whimpering, inside. I thoroughly enjoyed this one that tied up all the possible loose ends, making the ending finished and leaving no stones unturned (often memoirs such as these leave too much unsaid)

Everything feels as though it’s looking up; Richard is put into local authority care and regains his health. However, after nearly five blissful years in a rural care home filled with loving friends, it soon unfolds that his turbulent start in life is only the beginning... Chasing after Telly, he rescues her from the police and they go into hiding, pursued by NSA agents. On the run, they speculate about who would have the power, resources, and motive to want to make them forget about their children.Australia's history with cruelty did not begin and end with the Aborigines...expect to see a lot more stories like these coming to the fore in the future as more and more victims come to realize it is not their shame to bear. Hill recounts his own experience, but admits that as he was older when he arrived and there for only 3 years, he suffered less than many in comparison. Hill uses accounts and anecdotes from plenty of other Fairbridge children- with wide range of ages/ dates of attendance. These show the variety of experience at Molong- some remember staff in different lights- whilst also corroborating and fleshing out the abuse and neglect they suffered. These incredibly sad stories are recounted in a stoic manner- not emotional, but instead rather matter of fact.

The forgotten child is one without a role in the home. It is the child who asks and never receives, the child who has learned that crying is useless. It is the child who never saw himself reflected in his parent’s eyes or felt their embrace. The forgotten child who never had an authentic home or caress that would assure him everything was going to be fine. No one taught him to believe, in magic, in the universe, even in himself. No effort was made to keep siblings together. They were allotted beds/cottages where there were vacancies; He has held a number of other executive appointments and committee chair positions in the areas of sport, transport, international radio broadcasting, international news providers, politics, fiscal management and city parks.The clothes they arrived in were taken away and never seen again. They were issued with clothing that was second-hand and worn;