(The story below isn't mine and I've no idea who wrote it. It's one of Seven Answers).
6. Describe one of your early memories.
I was at a cricket ground where my father was playing and to amuse myself I was jumping off a low wall surrounding the pavilion onto a gravel drive and then running up the steps and repeating the process.
As I jumped off for the umpteenth time, a car was cruising along and stopped when the driver saw me. Unfortunately he came to a halt on one of my feet and so I was trapped under the wheel. To make matters worse he froze and was unable to move the car off my foot. As my screams reached the cricket pitch, several players ran to the car and had to bodily lift the car while the driver sat paralysed with fear. I was taken to hospital and my leg was put in plaster up to the knee. My parents were told that I should make a full recovery but had I been a little older the bones would have been crushed beyond repair.