Innocence is bliss.

It's been a whole year since it happened but I remember that there were lots of people there. At home it was just me and Mummy, and of course Daddy when he got home from work but that was not usually until I was getting ready for bed. Mummy always said that I should have my bath before Daddy got home because girls should always be clean before they go to bed and Daddy wouldn't like me to be dirty. Not that Daddy would be angry; he sometimes pretends to be but never for long and he always gives me a little wink to let me know that we are friends again. I keep trying to wink but I just wrinkle my nose and it makes Daddy laugh.

I wished my Daddy was there when it all happened. There were too many people and I didn't know any of them. Mummy was there of course but I couldn't talk to her because all the men were with her. The ones with the green clothes were the main ones. They told me stand on the pavement while they looked after my Mummy. A strange lady with lots of shopping came and took hold of my hand and she held it very tightly and it hurt a little bit but I didn't know her and daddy told me not to talk to strangers so I didn't ask her to let go.

More people came out the busy shops and they were all staring at the green men and at my Mummy. Some of them were looking at me. An old lady with a trolley and a brown hat was shaking her head and saying 'poor little girl'. It was very cold that day and I was wearing my older coat and maybe that's why she thought we were poor - silly old lady!

The green men put a rubber band round my Mummy's face and there was a plastic cup on her mouth that kept getting all misty when one of them pushed a balloon that was on the end of it. Another green man was pushing my Mummy's tummy up and down really hard and she must have been cold by then because she had been lying on the ground for quite a while.

The lady holding my hand bent down to speak to me, her eyes looked all wet behind her glasses.

'Your Mummy will be fine darling, just wait and see'

I was worried about how hard the green men were pushing Mummy's tummy. It can't be hurting her I thought because I hadn't heard her crying or telling the men to stop. I think that it would hurt me if he pushed me that hard but I'm littler than Mummy so that's probably why it didn't hurt her.

'It's no good, she gone' said one of the green men

'Check for pulse again' said another one

'No, it's been ten minutes now' said the first one.

The man in the grey coat started crying. He was the one who bumped my Mummy with his car. I don't know why he was crying - his car was still working and I saw him parking it; after he bumped Mummy. I see him now and again when Daddy and I go to visit Mummy. He watches us until we leave our flowers and go home. He's still crying. Maybe he knew my Mummy.