I still wonder what would have happened if we had not evacuated from Guernsey. Looking back, it was the beginning of enormous trauma for all of us, not least my mother who left all, lost her elder daughter in the evacuation, temporarily lost her son, and ended up with just me in my grandparents' house - two up and two down. We were not really wanted there, there was little space, and my mother had to try and find some income to help keep us.
We felt extremely rejected, and that feeling resurges frequently evan all these years later, easily trigered by seemingly small events.
I have nevertheless been blessed in many ways through the years, but the effects seem even to have passed down a generation or even two.
When you read of refugees today, you cannot imagine their plight unless you have had some experience of it.