It was a normal Sunday here in the military school of war. That's a brilliant place for a eight year old to grow up, especially as the Amy depot next door was packed with weapons and explosives, not very safe - I think you’d agree. However, I survived up in till now at least.
Crashing through the undergrowth searching desperately for an escape. thud thump thud. My heart was beating like a drum. It was Mr. Warne the terrible gardener.
Petrified, exhausted, breathless, I ran as fast as humanly possible, for dread that this might be the end........but it wasn't.