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My mates and I all about 7 or 8 years of age used to chalk a set of stumps on a big end wall of a house and play cricket. We could only do this when the lady went shopping, because the constant thump of the ball on her wall used to annoy her.
It was my turn to bat and the Air Raid Siren sounded - so what it was only another German bomber raid and we were little veterans of such events, so we carried on playing.
Would you believe a stick of incendiary's came raining down on the roof of the house playing host to our game. Just behind me one of the incendiary bombs had missed the roof and landed without exploding, but it was fizzing and became a skidding rocket. I was off and ran into the Odeon cinema car park nearby, to my horror the bomb followed me as if it was tied to me by a piece of string. I did a big circle in the empty car park running like the wind, to no avail, this missile appeared to have my name on it!
I looked behind me one last time, it was still there and then I ran slap bang into a tall gatepost. I was out of it, the incendiary seemed satisfied according to my mates, it turned and exploded against a shelter wall, leaving a white mark as if someone had thrown a bucket of whitewash over the brickwork.
Meanwhile I was carried home with blood pouring from my nose and deposited over our back paling gate. " Mrs.Carson " my friends shouted come quickly and then they legged it. Well you can only get in so much trouble.

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