My childhood home

I did not have a chance to go looking for an old home and thought of the 'good old days'. This is where I lived from 1939 to 1950 and this is where the laundry in the basement 'saved' us when the bombs came whistling down. Living close to gasworks and railways was a strain as those 2 were targets. It had 3 levels, basement, living and sleeping upstairs.