I remember being vaccinated when I was about 2-3 years old. At that age you barely know anywhere in the world. You know home, school, maybe a few relatives' homes and shops. And they are like disparate islands, connected by car journeys through mythic hinterland. Yet I can remember the room I was vaccinated in, where it is located and in what hospital. I remember crying and screaming in protest. I probably had a few more over in childhood and I remember having more in order to go on holiday to a tropical country at about age 8. In about 2000-1, in the UK there was a scare about some disease. I don't remember what it was now. I was queuing at school for my mandatory injection, that I did not want. Directly in front of me was a spindly boy who didn't eat vegetables. He was laid down on something like a doctor's chair and injected. He passed out, which caused the needled to snap off in his arm. I used the ensuing drama to slip away and that was the last time I've been in line to be vaxxed.