Two things I vaguely remember and my Mummy talked about them to me
During the war a German plane dropped a bomb quite near where we lived, before it got close to London, but it did not explode
I went there the next day and brought home a piece of metal which came from the bomb, which had just broken into pieces
The second distant memory was when I was four and going to London to meet my father off of a train when he returned from Africa, where he was during the war.
The first time we had seen each other