I remember our classrooms had large windows that went from halfway up the wall to the ceiling. They spanned the length of the room. It allowed us to see the sky and the clouds and to let in a nice breeze. However, in our drills we learned that when the air raid sirens went off, we were to flip our desk on their sides with the top facing the window and we were to hide behind it so that the impact of a bomb (if close enough) would cause the windows to be blown inward to the opposite wall shattering glass everywhere. The desktop was the only defense we had. Other days, they'd sound the siren and we'd be instructed to run home as fast as we could to our mothers (who were at home, of course) and the safety of our houses. I remember thinking how fun the whole 'pretend' exercise was.
Oh, the innocence of youth back in the early 1960s.
Remember they used to tell us, hide under your desk you’ll be ok ... 😂
When I was ten years old we were doing that and I knew it was lying government crap. I had already read Ray Bradbury's There Will Come Soft Rains.
I remember our classrooms had large windows that went from halfway up the wall to the ceiling. They spanned the length of the room. It allowed us to see the sky and the clouds and to let in a nice breeze. However, in our drills we learned that when the air raid sirens went off, we were to flip our desk on their sides with the top facing the window and we were to hide behind it so that the impact of a bomb (if close enough) would cause the windows to be blown inward to the opposite wall shattering glass everywhere. The desktop was the only defense we had. Other days, they'd sound the siren and we'd be instructed to run home as fast as we could to our mothers (who were at home, of course) and the safety of our houses. I remember thinking how fun the whole 'pretend' exercise was. Oh, the innocence of youth back in the early 1960s.