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“I was driving home from a friend’s house and there was a downpour of rain. It was torrential and it made me nervous as the windscreen wipers were barely clearing the windscreen. I was concentrating hard but out of the blue I remembered when, as a child of about ten, I fell off my bike in the rain after a school friend, Tracy T, skidded into my front wheel. I grazed my leg quite badly and since then have always blamed Tracy for a small scar I have on my knee.

I’m now in my mid thirties and had never seen Tracy T since leaving school.

The next day I had to give my mother a lift to the hospital for an appointment and on the way she said, “I never liked that Tracy T, the one who knocked you off your bike.” I asked her why she remembered that incident and she said she had no idea why, it just came into her mind.

The following day I was in my car again and there she was: a bedraggled Tracy T was standing at a bus stop and it was raining. I pulled up and shouted out to her but a bus stopped behind me and she got on. I don’t know if she had heard me or not. She may not have done because of the rain and the bus engine.

I mentioned this to my mother when I next saw her. She then told me that she had heard from a neighbour that Tracy T had been in town for a couple of days visiting family. As I showered that evening I noticed the scar on my knee, and it was quite red. I’ve no idea why there was a connection with Tracy T over several days. The scar has now once again returned to it’s normal colour and can hardly be seen.”

~ Angelina