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I was 7 years old a tiny first vivid h that of how my life was going to change. We saying goodbye to are friends who were getting evacuated with the school to Wales. Next time we saw them was 6 years later. My sister who was 11 years old and I were staying with my parents. They wanted us to stay together as a family. School for me was in a neighbours home just 4 of us in a group. That often meant only odd mornings a week because if an air-raid siren went, we had to stay put at home. We lived in deyard, Essex. Which is on the boundary of London so bombing was local. We had an indoors shelter which was a large Iron table in our dining room. We never went up to bed out night, we slept under the table. Sometimes when my dad was a bus driver in the of London he would come home with families whose homes had been bombed, to stay with us were life was a little calmer. That meant that at night some sleeping under the table and some on chairs. When the sirens sounded, they would all scranble under the table for safety. Everyone who lived together hardly knew each other.

To drown the noise of the planes and bombs dropping, someone would start singing and everyone some joined in, but around us was shrapnel which was flying into glass windows, smashing them. We prayed we would be safe. There was tears but also fun for that because that was the way Londoners survived the war time.

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