As a school boy I could not wait for the school break smack in the rainy season to come. From the time the rain started we would head to the streets and play football, race our bark boats in the canals and go raiding mangoes, plums or whatever fruits were in season.
I could remember one rainy day none of my friends came out to play so I took off by myself to go mango hunting about 1/2 mile from home. To get to the mango trees I had to jump over a ravine that by now was gushing with water. I jumped over the "raveen" but it was too wide and I fell in. The water started immediately to drag me down stream, by the grace of God I grabbed on to a little tree on the "raveen" bank and pulled myself out to safety.
Needless to say, mangoes were not a priority anymore, I headed home never sharing this experience with anyone until recently.
Needless to say, mangoes were not a priority anymore, I headed home never sharing this experience with anyone until recently.
Story submitted by: "California. Trini"