I would probably have been 2 (maybe 3? I should really check the details with my mother...). We were living on the farm in North Wales and needed to go up to Birmingham to visit family and also my parents needed to pick up some chicks and ducklings from somewhere (Henley Market?).
So we are getting ready to leave early in the morning. I am sitting on a chair in the kitchen and my mother says it is time to go.
"I don't want to go"
"Why not?"
"Because dad is going to roll the car"
"Don't be so silly; your dad is a good driver. Go and get in the car"
My next memory is sitting on the road, watching a travelling salesman chase the loose chicks and ducklings while my parents are checked out by the ambulance crew.
I have no recollection of the accident at all. My sisters remember it clearly, though. The car rolled 3 times and came to rest on a bridge. I wasn't wearing a seatbelt (did not have lap belts for the centre seat in most cars back then) and suffered a head injury.
I also remember the doctor trying to see if I was OK (I seem to remember this as a house visit the following day? Could have been a follow-up check-up that I remember) and I refused to speak to him. They marked my file that I had a concussion. I didn't; I just didn't like strange men...
My family vowed to always listen to me if I ever said anything like that again.
They didn't, though, of course.
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