what it was like being a child in world war 2?

Answer 1

I assume that you mean in the UK? I cannot see it making much difference in the USA. I was a child in the East End of London during WW2, the hardships cannot be described to todays citizens because they have never been without. There was bombing every night, noise, rubble, houses and people just not there anymore when you emerge from the air-raid shelter, no food, no lights at night, no peace. One of the upbeats to come out of the war that is sadly disappearing today was the sense of community. I know that it sounds cheesy but we all seemed to share and help each other in those days. As kids the bombed out houses were excellent places in which to play, we used to exchange schrapnel and spent bullets like todays (or yesterdays) pokemon cards. I could go on ... and on (cos I'm an oldie). But I won't. Bye.

Answer 2

It was good having to dash out of bed and into the Anderson shelter, I loved it, I sat there hearing the bombers go over and the crump of the exploding bombs. Then again I was only a baby then the war started, Our house was bombed very early in the war, but we had been evacuated so were OK. We did not have a lot of food, I did not know what a banana was until after the war. We had sweets once week, normally on a Sunday, after Sunday school . No burgers! few eggs, just dried egg powder. One thing we did get was a orange at Christmas, It was a real treat!. The only time we kids went on a trip was when it was organised once a year, in the summer by our Sunday school usualy a afternoon trip to the countryside. It was the only time we kids ever left the town apart from being evacuated. Some times we had to put treacle in our tea because we had used up our sugar ration, I once tried to sweeten my tea with jam! Have a nice day

Answer 3

Whether he lived through it or not I think it's pretty short-sighted for an American to suggest wartime Wales didn't have a tough time! Unlike the volunteer Americans, the Welsh childrens fathers would all have been obliged to go to war (if they weren't in a reserved occupation) and rationing etc applied in Wales the same as elsewhere.
World War II was no picnic for anyone but the average child in Wales probably had a tougher time than the child in America.

Answer 4

Depends what part Britain you were at, it hardly touched Scotland except being a bit short of food. in London it was scary and hungry most of the time , when i became an evacuee in the county of rutland we hardly noticed , except at Christmas my Christmas prescent was an orange and i thought i was very Lucky to get that, and clothes you wore what you had untill the almost fell off

Answer 5

As my mother and father told me there was a mix of great fear and resolve. The Germans looked very much like they could conquer the world, early on. When the Japanese attacked, things looked bleak to the ordinary people, as my mother and father were. No one was thinking much of the constraints the Axis powers were under, such as industrial plant and resources, but their apparent superiority in fighting ability and tactics/strategy. After our first few victories, thing looked to be tractable.

Answer 6

If you were a Japanese child, most likely you were in an internment camp and isolated from the rest of America.

Answer 7

It depended on where a child was in WWII.The experience of a German child and a Jewish would been vastly different.

Answer 8

In the states it wasn't too bad, although we thought so! Rationing of gas, mandatory recycling of rubber, paper, glass, etc. (way ahead of it's time). I can't really imagine what it must have been like in Europe or the UK, but probably depends on where you were. Tough in London, not so tough in Wales??

Answer 9

my mom said it was a time you just had to get used to living through. although she was never really hungry there was no choice in what you had to eat. you would go to school and get your lessons interrupted by air raids. don't you have any grandparents you could ask oral history is priceless.

Answer 10

In a bombing blitz or if you lost loved ones: horrible, traumatic, nightmarish.

For the rest of us, a great adventure.