The only time I have ever been in a car accident was in 1981. Four of us were driving from Johannesburg to Cape Town. I was in the back seat and I remember hearing the girl next to the driver scream and then bang, I was flung forward with enough force to render me almost unconscious. As I came round I remember my mind struggling to mend my reality, and the major part of that struggle was deciding where to apportion blame – whose fault was it? Clearly the other driver because they had suddenly pulled out causing the accident. And as my mind furiously worked I passively watched the guy next to me rush out of the car to ask the other driver if they were OK. That was the point when I realised I needed to get out of my mind and into my body.