- Contributed by听
- Philip Jones
- People in story:听
- Philip
- Location of story:听
- Tottenham, London
- Article ID:听
- A1152235
- Contributed on:听
- 21 August 2003
When war broke out I was only seven and to my friends and I it was a great excitement.
The rule was that if the siren went during school hours all the children would be put in the school shelter and kept there until the all clear was sounded. Much to our disgust on several afternoons we were kept in after school hours for this very reason.
However, one afternoon the siren went off a short while after we were let out of school and a friend and I went roamng the streets picking up shrapnel some of which was still hot from having dropped out of the sky!
Eventually I went home about 30 minutes late to be met by my mother on the doorstep absolutely white with fright. She really went to town on me and I was sent to bed with no tea and I could not understand why she was so angry. It was only when I grew up that I realised that if a small piece of shrapnel had hit me it would have more than likely killed me.
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