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As a very small child during the war, I remember vividly the Anderson shelter.
There, a family of frogs had declared squatters' rights.
I was more terrified of the frogs, which were real and visible, than I was of a bomb which I could not comprehend and may never materialize.

[This story was submitted to the People's War site by Wolverhampton Libraries on behalf of Shirley Johnson and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions]

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