I ‘rescued’ frogs out of a stream running by my Ouma’s house. There were seven of them and I managed to ‘rescue’ four. I took them to Ouma’s bathroom, used my precious Shipmate bubble bath and washed them in warm soapy water as Mom taught me that was the best way to get rid of mud. I then put the clean frogs on the window sill and watched them dry. What I didn’t know was that a) they weren’t busy drying, they were busy dying and b) my Ouma was very fond of them and actually kept track of them in her own little way. I was my Ouma’s favourite and up until that day I had never made her angry and she’d never needed to scold me. I got the scolding of my life that day and I felt so ashamed, I wanted to die. I remember even harbouring thoughts of going to the big canal (forbidden territory) so that the bad men I was warned about could come there and steal me as I was feeling very unloved. What’s your most shameful day?