War horrors

This story took place when I was 8 years old,I’m 14 now but I still remember this event like it was yesterday.

Before I start this story I’ll give a little bit of background details.I live in Syria,in a huge house just outside the city and I have lived there with my parents and younger sister for almost my entire life. But sadly I had to move because of the story I’m about to tell you.As most of you may know terrible war has been going on for the past 7 years and my story is linked with this war.

It was summer break,and my sister and I were very bored as usual,so we decided to go play in our backyard.We have very tall fences made out of brick,which I am very grateful the were there,that even my dad,who is about six and a half feet tall,couldn’t reach,so you could say that our house was very safe and secure and we had nothing to worry about.

Anyways,we went outside and played our usual games like hide and seek and tag and other childish games.We were playing for about 30 minutes when all of the sudden we hear this kind of low booming sound,I thought nothing of it since I’m used to hearing this type of noises,but my sister who was 6 at the time urged me to go inside because she got very scared but me being the outdoorsy,sun light loving child I was I convinced to stay and play some more games.Not ten minutes later a very loud,ear piercing BOOM echoed through the entire place.The only way I can describe the noise is like popping a building sized balloon that was just 7 feet away from you.

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