Chapter 4: Bergman’s Story—The Beach
Life on my own was challenging. Oh, I had all the skills I needed to take care of myself, but with no one to help me, it was hard. If ever I was in dire need of help, I always had Spencer and Harris. They never let me down. But life was also lonely. For the first time in my twenty-year life I was truly alone. My nearest neighbour was at least a mile away on each side—as you probably noticed on your way here.
Now let me digress here. I remember I was about thirteen or fourteen when I first heard about the ‘Beach Festival’. It sounded like something I’d really enjoy so I questioned my fathers.
“It happens once a year,” said Spencer.
“It’s a beach party,” Harris explained. “It begins with a small ceremony where everyone pays their respects to their mot
