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My sister was 3 yrs and I was 2yrs when WW2 started. my earliest memories were of going into the street in the morning after a raid and collecting shrapnell which was scattered on the ground and was highly prized by young boys.I also remember the nightime bombing when my mother would have to wake me up with a cold flannel soaked in cold water wiped on my face .she would then take us downstairs to where my mother thought we were safest which was standing in the coal cupboard under the stairs with only a lighted candle untill the allclear w.ent off.Because my father was serving in the army in Yorkshire,my mother was left on her own with 3 young children to care for.She was very frightened of going down the airaid shelter we had in our garden.this was because during one night raid abomb exploded very close to our house,and blew the door off the shelter and shattered all the house windows.this scared us ,which was understandable because we had lost a lot of our home contents in a bombing raid on a previous house in Hackney London.The sounds of the sirens is something I will never forget as was the many bombed out houses and buildings which where a great playground for us children after the war.

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