Participant So it began in the autumn when I was 9. I was playing, as we did in those days, in the woods. All was well, the sky was grey but that was nothing unusual and we did not think anything of it. There was a wooden claiming frame, a sort of fort, where we played every lunchbreak and today would be no different. It then began to rain, we understood; that's what happened sometimes when the sky was grey, there was nothing we could do so we kept on playing, taking cover underneath the fort. However, before we had time to concoct games that we could play in the rain, a huge bell, like the bell of an old town crier, rang loud and slow. We knew what this meant. We ran for our lives, darting between the trees, following all the other children running as fast as they can through the forest to the place we all knew we needed to be. Because we ran, it was not long before we arrived at the entrance to the woodland, and when we arrived we organised into neat orderly lines, n...