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- 17 May 2005
My grandparents came from Sunderland and my grandmother used to take us into Sunderland a lot.
One day we were walking to the station to get the train to Willington and the air raid sirens went off and a big bomb hit the station as we were walking towards it.
My eardrums were bursting, come to think of it I have had bad ears ever since.
I don’t think there was anyone killed. We had to run like mad to catch the last bus to Durham. I can remember that the buses had wooden slats down the sides that they could turn on their sides to get more people in.
I was really frightened when the bomb hit because I have never been so close to anything like that before but it didn’t stop me watching the dog fights at home.
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