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On my first birthday a speeding car crashed through the wall of our house and crashed back out again, narrowly missing the cot where I lay sleeping. Or so I am told.
On my third birthday a bolt of lightning struck the roof of our house and the telly exploded, narrowly missing the rug where I sat playing. I have no recollection of the event.
But I vividly remember my fifth birthday, when a man dressed as a clown unicycled - uninvited and at top speed - into and around our garden, knocking over plants and people and the birthday tea table and cycled out again, narrowly missing me.
When I was seven I almost drowned. When I was nine I nearly suffocated. And when I was eleven I was practically, but not quite, trampled to death by a runaway horse called Patrick.
Today is the day before my thirteenth birthday, and I’m feeling a little uneasy.
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