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"I'm a pupil from Prudhoe Community High School, Northumberland, entering Peter Wright's story onto the website, and they fully understand the website terms and conditions of use."

I used to love the air raids. They were always so exiting. I never saw the danger in them when I was young.
At school we always had a gas mask to carry round. Mine had Mickey Mouse on and I loved it. I suppose it on there to make us less scared but I was never scared.
One night the sirens went on to signal an air raid. It was dead common where I lived because we were targeted for the near by steelworks. My mother took us all down to the shelter and got us settled for the wait. But I went crept out as I always did to see my friend down the street. We used to run through all the gardens, stopping at all the neighbour's shelters as we went, trying to shoot down the overhead bombers with imaginary guns. We lost in our own little world of cowboys and indians. Afterall to us the war with all its fighting was just one big game of cops and robbers, goodies versus baddies, cowboys and indians.

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