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My mother was getting the washing in and I was just a toddler playing in the garden. She threw me with force on top of the washing basket and rushed indoors when she heard a plane coming from the distance.

She pushed me under the dining table and opened all the windows, then seconds later we herd a big bang. A bomb hit the street behind us and it made the whole house shake.

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