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My piece of bomb

My object is a rusty piece of bomb from the 1900s from the Civil War. It looks antique and special. It smells like oxidised rock. When I let it go it falls on the fragile floor and makes a terrible sound. It comes from Spain in a dangerous valley. It’s very important to me because it reminds me of my grandparents.

My piece of bomb is so old that sometimes I wonder what soldier it was from. When I look at my object it reminds me of Spain and my grandparents.

In the future, I will take a flight to Spain, and put it in the long lasted kitchen of my grandparents. My piece of bomb is now resting in my room in my house.

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This story was contributed by a pupil of The British School in The Netherlands.