I passed at the bus stop when I was 13. My Mum said she would never forget the sound of my head hitting the pavement. Someone called an ambulance and I was taken to the local 'Infirmary' The doctor told me to squeeze his hands and follow his finger which he traced across my face. That was it - I was sent home on the bus with the 1 mile walk from the bus stop back to our village. I was so concussed that I could have fallen asleep on my feet. I was later taken, kicking and screaming to another cottage hospital (Ilfracombe) for the night but I still never really had any proper checks. It's a good that things are better now.