1982. I was eleven years old. Most Sundays I would pick up the Times and read the sections that caught my attention: Arts & Leisure, the Sunday magazine. One weekend I opened the magazine and read the article that would make me want to be a writer, a graphic description of the ravages of toxic shock syndrome.
The author is now gone.
As far as I can tell no copy of the article exists online, which is just as well: it's the sort of thing that's worth paying for to read.