I disagree!
In the late 70s I was walking North on the dual carriage way out of town, up towards the M1. I forget the road name, as I haven't been back to Hemel since. A car, about 100 yards ahead of me, crashed, and a toddler (clearly not restrained in a BS-approved car seat) crashed through the windscreen and flew, Superman-like, down the road until a large road sign brought an untimely end to both its trajectory and its life.

Affected me greatly, that did. 30-odd years later, and a father myself, I won't even think of starting the engine until all minors in the car are buckled in. The memory of the still and silent body makes me shiver even now. And those poor parents.

Still, just goes to show Hemel can be exciting...
(IHaveComeAmongThee__Twice Tissues on the left. Self-esteem on the right., Sun 22 Aug 2010, 3:16, Reply)