I was 3 years old. My father objected strongly. He was still recovering from an incident in Fiji where I had bronchitis and a local doctor did a home visit (they did them back then). The doctor gave me a shot of penicillin and I had an immediate allergic reaction — anaphylactic shock.
I convulsed and stopped breathing. While the doctor was looking for adrenalin my father brought me back with mouth to mouth resuscitation and cardiac compressions. On the back of that, Dad wasn't keen to see me getting a shot - particularly not at an airport in Portugal.
The official replied to him, in a loud voice, that there were absolutely no exceptions. He then feigned giving me an injection with the needle barely touching my skin. My father was clearly impressed with the official taking the opportunity to use us as an example without following through. Old school style.
I'm not sure whether I had a lot of childhood vaccines. I got chicken pox when I was 30. I got it the day after going on my friend Greg's stag do. It was a two-day affair and no doubt my immune system was down.
I got ridiculously crook. I had pox from head to toe, even on the palms of my hands. I looked hideous. I got encephalitis, I saw double for two weeks.
Vaccines are important and need to be taken seriously, particularly in Northland where a total of nine people have contracted measles, with three new cases announced on Monday.
In this day and age we know that all health organisations, doctors, and scientists agree that vaccines are safe and effective and, for the most part, readily available. Despite this common knowledge, an anti-vax movement is alive and kicking. Social media has played its part to fuel myths around this subject.
My parents' reluctance to immunise me 50 years ago came from a rare, life and death near miss. Despite this, I am still alive and kicking: vaccinate your kids and make sure they are too.
Jonny Wilkinson is the chief executive of Tiaho Trust - Disability, A Matter of Perception, a Whangarei based disability advocacy organisation.