In the Summer I walked a group of 20 children aged 10 and 11 from their holiday school ground to the shop to buy ice lollies. On our walk there was a pull-out page of a newspaper on the ground breast-side up. I couldn’t turn the page.
Boys laughed and pointed, and the girls shrank and appeared embarrassed.
I COULD NOT TURN THE PAGE.
The paper pullout was on the ground by a building site. I had to walk by that site to get to and from work. Everytime I walked past I would avert my eyes and my heart rate would pick up and heat would flush to my cheeks – out of fear and intimidation, because of the cat calls I would receive and for the 30seconds it took me to pass I would be under the scrutiny of 9 or 10 pairs of eyes as they undressed me as I walked by.