School had just finished and I was walking home when I stepped on something. The sound it made was like a balloon with an untied end, like a greasy pump. I immediately looked down scared to what I would find. What was under my foot appeared to be brown. Frightened by the sight of poo I kicked my leg. Never had I experienced something so horrible. When I had arrived home I took my shoes straight off and handed them to my Mum. She examined them closely (or so it seemed but I think she wasn’t even thinking about it) and took them away to the kitchen where she washed the faces off my shoe and put it down the sink.