I was four years old, on a car journey on the way home from Pengelli, with my brothers Matthew and Christopher, and Mum. ‘Stop messing around, Abbie!’ my brother Matthew yelled.
Bored, I started rattling the car door – and to my enormous shock, the door opened and I fell out.
I landed with a crash on the tarmac. Next thing I remember, a motorcyclist had stopped and helped me to my feet. Mum, who’d pulled up on the hard shoulder, came running towards me, screaming my name.
Lucky escape
‘Abbie! Abbie! Oh my god, are you OK?’ I nodded. ‘I’m fine, Mummy.’ Looking back, I can’t believe I survived that unscathed. I fell out of a car travelling at 40mph on a busy stretch of dual carriageway that was…
