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At the time of my story I was 7 years old and I lived in Leicester.

I remember the air raid sirens and remember having to go down to the air raid shelters with my mum, dad, sister and brother. This was a communal shelter.

I can always remember that we were only allowed sweeties once a month which was a quarter of a pounds worth or one chocolate bar. I really did miss not having my sweets. When we were unable to get any sweets we would dry cocoa and a drop of milk and scooped this up with our fingers as a substitute.

I used to play in the street with my friends and we would play hop scotch, double rope skipping and snobs. I would also enjoy going down to the park and playing on the swings.

My father was in the national fire service, and whilst working he got blow off the Wolsey Roof, Brewin Street, Leicester, but luckily he was not injured. After this incident all of our family would be very worried when our father went to work

One day a German plane crashed, and the A. R. P (Air Raid Precaution) ran out with their guns.

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