Tears blurred my vision as I thrashed around in the wet hammock, struggling against the plastic skipping rope that tied me down. The knots were cutting into my skin, and as slowly I realised no one was coming to help me, my hysterical crying gave way to sobs and eventually to exhausted silence. I lay in the hammock, as the afternoon shadows travelled over my body and twilight rose, while the sprinkler swung from left to right underneath me, a spraying metronome keeping the beat of my suffering. All I had wanted was a go, and that what they had given me.