As it came down, it suddenly veered to the right, straight towards SammyIt was a bright, sunny day at my girls’ grammar school in 1983. I was 13 and proud to have been chosen to throw the javelin for my house team. Ahead and to the right, I could see my classmates Sammy and Sarah, who had volunteered to mark the distances. When my mum came back, I begged her to take me to see Sammy in hospital. I was left in the waiting room while my mum went to talk to a doctor for about half an hour.

Source: The Guardian June 14, 2019 09:00 UTC