Hit and Run

Content warning: death of a child

I’m really enjoying the prompts Feve is setting us, which makes me think back on my life, to find that perfect memory to share.

Many memories

The prompt ‘run’ sparked many obvious memories of running. Like when I was back in school in South Africa, where sports was a big thing and everyone — and I mean everyone in school had to participate in athletics in the beginning of the year, so they could scout for the talented ones. Oh, how I hated running! Thankfully, one year I was excused from the running because I tried out for javelin, and turned out to make the team. I even improved the school record with 1cm. Yes, only one centimeter, but the record was in my name for the next year!

Running also made me think of my university days, where I studied to become a sports teacher, and once again had to… run. It reminded me of how much I hated it, but we had to participate in all sports we might teach in school later.

And then there were my basic training in the army. One week of the four week training was out in the field, where we slept in tents and bathed in a stream. One day we were told to line up, and off we went — running as a platoon. We had to keep in pace, and they made us run on dust roads towards a… pond. No, ‘pond’ is too nice a word for it. It was more like a mud hole. We had to go through it. It was terrible! Not because we got wet, but because there were so many insects on the surface of the water, some much too big to my liking!

But, there was one other memory that sprang to mind…

I was seven years old…

I was born in Vanderbijlpark and we lived there for most of the first ten years of my life. I say most, because three times my parents moved, but came back within a year. One of the places they moved to was a small village centered around a power station. I was seven years old.

The school we went to was in a city nearby, and every day we had to catch the bus to go there. I remember how much I loved it, and also how friendly the bus driver was. I loved going with the bus! The bus drove from the one side of that village to the other, stopping in every street to pick up kids and take them to the primary school. There was something magical going with the bus! Not everyone went by bus, as some parents preferred to take their children to school themselves, and of course picked then up from school too.

Then one day, when I came home from school, my mom told me that the next day I wouldn’t go to school, that she was keeping me home, and I was only to go back to school after the weekend. She had taken off from work too. She held us — my brother and me — close and she seemed shaken up, but we had no idea why.

We didn’t live there for much longer. Soon we moved back to Vanderbijlpark, as it seemed my parents have lost all interest to live in the small community around that power station. It was only years later that my mom told me what had happened that day. Apparently the neighbours’ daughter — she was one of those who was brought to school by her mom, and always home before the children that went by bus — was playing outside on the pavement after school. Her mom heard her scream outside and went out to see why. She found her daughter on the pavement. Dead. A hit and run.

No one knew who had done it, but the tire tracks clearly showed a car drove onto the pavement at high speed. My parents no longer deemed the village as safe for children, and decided to move back to the bigger city, which they had only left months before.

It was only when I was a mom myself, that I could fully grasp the horror of what had happened back then, and fully understood why my mom kept us so close the day that girl died so horribly.

© Rebel’s Notes
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Reminiscences: Musings in Memoir

15 thoughts on “Hit and Run

  1. What an awful thing to happen and as a parent myself I can understand your mum’s feelings and reaction. ?

  2. Oh my god. That sounds terrifying. I can imagine why your mum kept you home. And I also get why she didn’t tell you back then. I mean, how could you have even really grasped what that had meant back then.

    1. There was no way I would’ve understood it back then. I was far too small, but it was a horrifying thing, mostly for those parents. Of course my mom projected it on her own children, just like any mom would do. The idea of something happening to my kids still terrifies me, and they are all adults.

  3. Wow you are a woman of many talents and experiences! I do love running, of course, but not really just the physical activity of placing one foot in front of the other, but for the exercise and exploration. I’m sad it reminded you of tragedy. All too much of that going on in the world.

    1. I’ve had quite the experiences in my life, indeed. And you’re right, there’s just too much sadness and tragedy in the world at the moment. We should be thankful for the things we have.

    1. I actually don’t know if he was ever caught, but I don’t think he was. It’s terrible.

    1. Even though my children are adults, it still freaks me out thinking something might happen to them. This must indeed have been horrifying for those parents.

  4. Oh, how awful! 🙁 That poor girl. And her family — I can’t even imagine.

    My mom came up under the strict sports-readiness expectations of my grandmother – who was a PE teacher and one of the women who brought about Title IX in the US – and the baton was passed to me (so to speak) so “ALL the sports” is a concept uncomfortably familiar to me. I don’t blame you for running away from that! 😉

    1. I think in a way the ‘all the sports’ was a good thing, but I was never one for team sport. I preferred to be in the gymnastics hall, practicing my routines while not having to worry how to interact with others 😉

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