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Article: The Worst Of Times: It buries its fangs and sticks like grim death
- Article from:
- The Independent (London, England)
- Article date:
- September 12, 1994
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One summer holiday, when I was nine, all my sisters, who are
older than me, were taken from our home near Cape Town on a trip to
the Victoria Falls, and to see all the wonderful animals at the
Kruger National Park.
It was decided I was too young to go, which made me feel very
left out. I got sent instead to stay with a boy from school, called
James Walker. We had always been friends at school, but in the
holidays he turned out to be a most grotty child, and he threw
rocks at me and bullied me, which must have been very awkward for
his parents, who got rid of me as soon as they possibly could.
They drove hundreds of miles to take me to relatives who lived
at a place called Commanche Sands. ...