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In 1941 I was 8 years old and it was on one wet and rainy day that I went with my Mum on the bus into town to buy a new pair of shoes to wear to a birthday party to which I had been invited.
To return home I decided to walk back and although the long way round provided more shelter I took the shorter route because I had just heard the wailing of the air raid siren and thought that if I cut across the railway tracks, over the field then I would soon be home.Luckily my father had taught me how to recognise the position of the railway signals and when it was safe to cross over the tracks. Unluckily for me, just as I had reached the safety of the crossing gate a lone enemy plane, which had escaped being hit from the Ack-Ack firing in the park, suddenly emerged from the low clouds and had spotted me on my way home. Screaming with terror I laid flat on the ground straight into a puddle and as I lay there I could see the aircraft pellets all around me.Although unaware of my situation my Mother heard my cries and even with the plane still circling overhead she managed to fetch me from the crossing gate. My legs had turned to jelly but I somehow managed to reach home safely and although I was now out of danger I was still screaming and when my Mum said that I could stop she was unaware of a further indignity - that during my terrifying ordeaI I had wet myself!

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