When I mounted the horse, a train went past and blew its horn. This startled the other horses and the horse I was riding started cantering down the railway line.
I lost my balance and fell off. Unfortunately my foot became caught in the stirrup and I was dragged behind the horse for about 20m. My head banged against several sizeable rocks which no doubt led to the brain injuries which were to follow. Finally the stirrup came out of the saddle and I lay in the dirt covered in dust.
My Aunt Bernadette was the first to get to me. She was able to give me mouth to mouth to get me breathing again.
When the ambulance arrived I was taken first to Gatton hospital and then transferred to Royal Childrens Hospital in Brisbane.
Later that evening Peter Debuse (the head of the hospital) asked to speak with my parents Terry and Colleen. He said that in his experience patients did not recover from the sort of accident which I had. If I lived through the night I would be a vegetable for the rest of my life.
This did not sit well with my parents so after returning home for a night they returned to my bedside to give what assistance they could.
My mother sat beside my bedside reading to me and willing me to come out of my coma. I did slowly awake after about two months. After 17 weeks 3 days I walked out of the hospital with the aid of a 4 pronged walking stick.