They were not the only close encounters, as you will see. Many of my close friends do not realise I am lucky not to be blind, through accidents dating back to my school days.
The earliest I have been told about was when I was about 3. I tripped and caught my head on an iron fire grate and I still have the scar.
When I was in the junior school, I got involved in a stone fight and ended up with a deep gash below the right eye, which went down to the bone. The scar is only just visible.
One summer day, during my college years. I was on the way back from a friend's house in Redcliffe Bay, near Portishead, when my bike chain jammed and throw me to the floor. My face grated across the gravel road surface and took the skin from below the left eye. I had to have the area covered with plastic skin. You can't see the difference, but I am sure the accident is the root of the tingling I get in the area.
During my museum service, I tried to pry a length of wood from a wall, the wood didn't want to come out. When the nail gave way, the wood swung out and in direct line for my right eye was a 5 inch nail. Fortunately, my hand was quicker than the wood, all I got was a splinter in the back of the hand.