I was in Senior 1. It was holiday time and every evening at dusk I did a disappearing act. Everybody wondered where I went. I was a kilometer away at a family with a girl I could not leave alone. I would be in the road adjacent the home 'whistling away' so she would hear and know I have arrived and come to see me. One day, it was market day and I forgot Dad had gone to the market, a distance beyond this family. As usual, it was dusk and I was in the road, whistling as strangers passed by, returning from the market. A figure approached at a distance and I did not realise it was my father until he stood a yard away from me, shocked, as I desperately whistled, wondering why the girl was not appearing. On realising it was my father, I was so shocked and embarrased, I wanted the ground to open and swallow me. He knew why I was there and all my spiced stories explaining my abscence from home at dusk came tumbling down, crushing me with shame. Yes, they were all lies! But I remembered all this later, because at the sight of my father, in a fit of adrenaline, I took off like wind, homewards. My father later told my mother and that evening I was invited to their bedroom for a good talking over... Has any of you guys ever been in anything near this...?