Dear God, Where Have You Gone? Childrern Bombed in Park, London

I probably cannot remember every single detail of this story, but it has made me look at life with a different perspective. With there being a big age gap between my dad and I (I'm 16) I want all young teenagers to know that we should respect each other, for our life could end any minute.

I know the war was a horrifying experience, for those who were alive then. I never thought about the war as a mark in history, but as a story. My dad rarely talked about the war to me, as he was born in 1936, he was only a young boy, but to a child's mind, this must have been like a scary nightmare unfolding.

He told me this story when I was about 6, and it has always stuck with me.

In 1941, my father was playing with his friends in the park. Breaktime had just started, being typical boys they were play fighting and played on the slides. My dad was just coming back with a ball that had been thrown near the woods, when a loud droaning filled the air. Children of all ages started screaming but it was too late for them to run for cover. A German plane dropped a bomb on the park. My father watched all the children get bombed; he luckily escaped with scarring to his face and body. He watched his best friend die, along with the other children. I cannot even begin to describe how awful this must of been - imagining it is distressing enough.

My dad was the only child to have survived that bomb, but every day he lives with that image in his head.

I know there are more horrifiying stories of men dying who served our country, but this is a story that will always stay with me.

My father is getting old now, and I rarely see him, for he doesn't live with us anymore, so I want his story to live on, and to make other people realise just how lucky they are with their children, and their secure lives. It makes life much more precious.

And the memory of those who died in this war, and others, will live on for all eternity.

This is for my lovely dad, who may read this one day. Love always, your little princess.

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