- Contributed by听
- CovWarkCSVActionDesk
- Article ID:听
- A5607867
- Contributed on:听
- 08 September 2005
'This story was submitted to the People's War site by Rick Allden of the CSV 大象传媒 Coventry and Warwickshire Action Desk on behalf of Tony Walker and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions'.
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No warning: it just happened! There one moment, gone the next: the railings and my childhood. They moved me along, the men did. I was on the railings as usual just hanging about waiting to grow up, waiting to get out - escape.
The men had come with their van and the strange huge metal bottles and spanners and torches and masks: bringers of magic and takers of railings, they lit their ridiculous little wands and hissed at my railings - and they fell, the railings fell!
How could this be? What was there left to believe in if railings could fall just like that. How could I remain a child and have no railings to swing on - were these men the Germans I was hearing about all the time?
I stamped my foot and it echoed up the alleyway, but they didn't go away like the cats.
鈥淏last it!鈥
I would have to grow up now.
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