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We were living in Salford, near Manchester, and I was eleven years old. One day the house was bombed. The neighbours rushed to help us out. One neighbours son was on leave from the army, and I remember him running around helping everybody. We were eventually taken by a neighbour into the public air-raid shelter on our street. I was feeling completely stunned and dazed- everything felt so surreal. Our uncle was still in the house and had the cast-iron fireplace collapse on him, so he couldn鈥檛 rush to the stairs to meet us as we escaped. Luckily we found out later that he was still alive and well.
In the morning, after we鈥檇 had the all clear, all of the other neighbours who鈥檇 been in the shelter that night left to go home. Yet my mum was very tearful. The lady of the house asked her why she was crying, and she replied 鈥淚 have no home to go to.鈥� She鈥檇 just discovered that the family house had been completely destroyed. The neighbour kindly replied 鈥� 鈥淵ou can stay with us for as long as you like.鈥�

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