painful, just startling. I turned to
look at him and, splat!, he hit me
again, right in my face.
Then, in a split second, before I
could even react, all of these kids
started pelting me with berries,
pelting the shit out of me. Some of
the berries weren’t ripe, and they
stung like rocks. I tried to cover my
face with my hands, but there was a
barrage coming at me from all
sides. They were laughing and
pelting me and calling me names.
“Bushie! Bushman!” I was terrified.
Just the suddenness of it, I didn’t
know what to do. I started crying,
and I ran. I ran for my life, all the