....yes, one day, there was a bombing raid, and I was home alone (Mummy and Daddy both worked, she at a grocery store and he at Hawker Aircraft [where they made the Hurricane fighter plane]), so like a good little girl I ran into the cupboard under the stairs.....and the door shut behind me! OH NO - I was locked in, as there was no way to open it from inside and WORSE than that - there was no light!
I believe I was only about 5 or 6 at the time and I was so scared! I kept shouting and banging on the door with my hands and of course by butt - until they were so sore and bruised. I'm not sure how long I was in there until Mummy and Daddy came home - Daddy immediately put a different latch on the door, one that could be used to open it from both sides AND a light - but guess what - I never wanted to go in there again!
It was an experience that was to affect me until this day - I still can't stand to be in small or cramped spaces (like elevators) - it's called claustrophobia.
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