大象传媒

I was eight years old when war broke out. Living in central London, about 3miles from the docks area.One particular memory which is still vivid, was of laying in a brick shelter at the bottom of our street, listening to the doodlebugs passing overhead, then suddenly the engine of one cut out. it seemed to be immediately above our shelter, but the strange thing was the silence which preceded the explosion. The shelter which was normally noisy with children singing and playing various games, became so quiet as we all waited for the following explosion, which was some distance away. Sometimes in quiet moments, I can still picture that night and the shelter in my mind, after 65years.