When I was six, one night I was lying in bed thinking we'd never had a fire in the house. The next day, the house had been struck by lightening in a storm and the inside was gutted & the new doll I got the day before had melted (my priority at 6). We lived in a caravan in the driveway for 6 months whilst the house was repaired. I blamed myself for years.
Again, as a child, we were at the cricket. The batter had been in a while and I was bored, so I said something about him getting out. He was out next ball. Now that has to be coincidence, but I remember Dad was not happy with me .
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