will tell you, “Trevor burned down a
house.” If people thought I was
naughty before, after the fire I was
notorious. One of my uncles
stopped calling me Trevor. He
called me “Terror” instead. “Don’t
leave that kid alone in your home,”
he’d say. “He’ll burn it to the
ground.”
My cousin Mlungisi, to this
day, cannot comprehend how I
survived being as naughty as I was
for as long as I did, how I withstood
the number of hidings that I got.
Why did I keep misbehaving? How
did I never learn my lesson? Both of
my cousins were supergood kids.