[greencreeper]

As a kid, I lost control of my push bike and drove straight into the path of a car on the main road through my village. I don't remember anything clearly from when I left the pavement to being laid out on the road looking at the wheels of a car - a car that had stopped on the other side of the road to the side that I was hit on. I didn't black out - I just, er, hit pause on my memory. In many ways it's a good job I did "freeze" and didn't brake otherwise the car would have crush my right leg - as it happened, the car missed me and clipped the back wheel of the bike. Right mess. I've never been as calm and happy as I was when I left the pavement. At first I was scared, then it all went away - just a feeling of utter calm and happiness, almost euphoria. I imagine that's what dying is like, and it helps to know that. I cut my thumb - had to carry the bike to my grandad's flat.