TITLE

'I CAN LIVE WITH MY 'SCARS, BUT NOT THE PITY'

AUTHOR(S)
LUCY HANCOCK
PUB. DATE
May 2011
SOURCE
Mail on Sunday;5/ 8/2011, p30
SOURCE TYPE
Newspaper
DOC. TYPE
Article
ABSTRACT
When I played with methylated spirits with my brother and his friends on our camping adventure at the age of nine, I could never have imagined that I would end up hanging on to life in intensive care. When the stove blew up in my face, I was wearing non-fire-retardant pyjamas, and as I caught fire I ran for the hills while the fabric melted to me like glue, searing the skin underneath.
ACCESSION #
60446115

 

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