This is my story of a little boy's life in World War II. In many ways it is like the lives of so many children who had to grow up too fast. Moving from one home to another, reinventing themselves as they go. Friends were made and lost too quickly to remember their names. Decisions had to be made without family guidance.
The fear of the nightly bombings soon subsided, and was replaced with learning to just put one foot in front of the other. Once you start reading this book, you will not be able to put it down. You will learn a lot, occasionally laugh out loud, and be moved by the raw experiences expressed.
When you get to the end, you may go back to the beginning and read it again, this time more slowly. Perhaps with a new box of tissues.