I was five years old the first time I saw someone get killed.

He was hit by a car while crossing the road. The woman who hit him wasn’t driving dangerously. It was just a terrible, terrible accident. She avoided that stretch of road for years afterwards.

Me? I just watched it happen. People still take the piss when I’m sometimes overly cautious about crossing the road, but I never say a thing.

I just don’t want to end up as yet another statistic.