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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.

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