Growing up in 1940S War-Torn England

Not yet eighteen years of age, I was allowed to leave the office early before the nightly bombing began in earnest. Walking down the street on my way to the railway station, suddenly I found myself high up on a spiked metal fence outside an office building. An angry air-raid warden yelled at me, What are you doing climbing up there when an air raid is in progress? Why arent you in that shelter on ...