iBoy

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The mobile phone that shattered my skull was a 32GB iPhone 3GS. It weighed 135g, measured 115.5mm x 62.1 mm x 12.3mm, and at the time of impact it was travelling at approximately 77mph. Of course, I didn't know any of this at the time. All I knew at the time, the only thing I was vaguely aware of, was a small black object hurtling down through the afternoon sky towards me, and then ... CRACK!

A momentary flash of blinding pain ... And then nothing.

Twenty minutes earlier, everything had been perfectly normal. It was Friday 5 March, and the streets were still mushy with the remains of last week's snow. I'd left school at the usual time, just gone three thirty, and I'd started the walk back home feeling pretty much the same as I always felt. Kind of OK, but not great. Alone, but not lonely. A bit down about things, but not really worried about anything in particular. I was just my perfectly normal ordinary self: I was Tom Harvey, a sixteen-year- old kid from South London. I had no major problems, no secrets, no terrors, no vices, no nightmares, no special talents ... I had no story to tell. I was just a kid, that's all. I had my hopes and dreams, of course, just like every­one else. But that's all they were — hopes and dreams.

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