"My dad worked on a farm and as kids, we used to get up to mischief. One day my mum sent me down with a newspaper and instructions to come straight back.
However, in one of the fields I saw the Irishman walking with a horse that was pulling a big field roller. We used to like riding on the roller but this day I overbalanced and fell. The roller went right over my body and head and I was told that there was a complete imprint of my body in the ground.
The Irishman picked me up and carried me to the farm - one mile away. The farmer took me in the car to the Royal Infirmary calling for my mother on the way. She later told me she was in such a panic she went wearing one slipper and one clog!
I had injured my head - the rest of me was all right. I had quite a big dent in the left side of my head and stitches in the back of it. I still have the dent today.
The ward was very long with 36 beds in and a big fireplace in the middle. There were cots on one side and beds on the other. I remember this because one day I was told to try and walk up the ward. The only way I could do it was by crossing over to the cots and holding onto them. The ward must have been upstairs as my other memory is of looking out of the window over the railway.
After leaving the Infirmary I spent six months in the Rhyll convalescent hospital."