We ran as fast as we could from the salt bullets shot by the train conductor. He tried to shoot us because we trespassed on a railway company’s property. As he aimed, fired, and reloaded, we fled for our lives. It was two neighborhood kids and me. I usually got them into trouble. They both were younger than me and already crying. We ran and ran, but the train conductor’s aim proved accurate. A salt bullet from a pellet gun doesn’t kill, but it burns a lot. This experience taught me about why people don’t want to rub salt in a wound. We gave up and got arrested. The younger kids kept crying. I didn’t shed a tear.