All the houses in our neighbourhood were bombed. There were explosions around us. People were running and screaming and there was blood everywhere. Our house was on fire. I ran outside. Grandma and Grandpa were there, smiling and waving at me. They leaned forward to hug me. I got very scared. How could they be there when they were dead? I wanted to run back to the house but it was all in flames. I just couldn’t decide if fire was more dangerous than dead people. Even though I knew who they were.