I was a "War Baby" born in November 1941 in Newport, Monmouthshire. Dad was in the RAF and mum was an A.R.P. warden for the Richmond Road area.
I was too young to know what it all meant, but gas masks, Morison shelters, bombers going over, lots of upset families, hearing men talking on a crackley radio, and the sound of the Air raid siren still resonate when people talk about them.
Now some 60 years later, when I watch war films on TV or attend Remembrance Day Parades, I realise how lucky I was to survive unscathed.
Living in rural Staffordshire in 2005, the events of the 1940s seem a long way away, but those momentous childhood memories will never leave me!