I was 14 and on a school trip in Spain when I was run over crossing the road. I broke my right arm and pelvis. I woke up feeling really cold but I didn't know what had happened. I must have been in shock as I was most concerned about the hospital having to cut through my top as it had been borrowed from a friend.
My dad flew to Spain to travel home with me and I clearly remember his smell when he came into the hospital room and hugged me – I was so pleased to see him.
The scars on my hips are from an external fixture used to put my pelvis back together. This was a bit like scaffolding coming out of each hip bone with a bar joining both sides and I had this for 6 weeks. I have always felt quite proud of my hip scars. They are unique and I like that they match one another. They are a part of me now and I can’t remember what my body looked like without them.