I was 7 years old when war broke out. My parents had called to collect me from my grandparents and everyone were crowded around the radio listening to Neville Chamberlain. I realised it was a serious moment but did not know how it would change my life. My parents were grim and shouted at me to be quiet when I continually asked when would this war would finish. Sometime following our return home to North London I heard them arguing and my heart sank when I realised they were discussing my evacuation, Dad won the argument and I stayed home - for a year. Then the blitz started and an incendiary landed on our house. I was asleep when Mum woke me wearing a saucepan on her head! She told me to hurry up and get dressed then rushed out to help Dad douse the bomb. Subsequent to that I was evacuated to the country, completely unhappy I ran away to an Aunt who lived not so far away. After that I was transferred to another family who were so very nice,butI never lived full time at home again.