As part of our history topic, we have been finding out about the evacuation of children in WW2.
We tried to imagine how we would have felt in their place and wrote some diary entries about the experience.
Hope's and Alfie's work is on our Star board.
It was the day I was to be evacuated. The day I was dreading the most. It was for a reason of course, but I didn't want to leave. I had to leave some of my friends and family behind in a very dangerous place. I didn't want to leave my mum but I needed to look after my brother, Paddy; he is 9, just 2 years younger than me. That's not really very young but mum said to make sure he was okay.
We sat on the train, hoping we would be picked. Together we got off the train and went to sit down with the other children. All my friends were being picked, Paddy and I were not. Suddenly a kind lady looked at me, then Paddy and said to him, "Come on, I've picked you."
I was not with him! She looked over to me, "you too."
I jumped up, ran to my brother and held his hand tightly.
Alfie's account
I did not go to school today. I was going to get my school stuff when mum told me to fetch my suitcase and gas mask because we were heading for the station. There were more bombings yesterday but I didn't really think we would be evacuated. I thought it would be alright but, as we arrived, mum said she wasn't going with me. After I said goodbye to my mum, I had to go.
When I arrived (it was about a one hour trip) I still felt sad. I walked out of the station and into a massive school hall where every other evacuated child sat, waiting. Several parents came to pick children; I was chosen by some lovely host parents with two children of their own, about my age. I hope mum is safe back home.
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