They all glare at me, then start talking among themselves, ignoring me because I 'don't belong here' because of my bloodline. When we celebrate the end of ww2, we always end up watching videos showing how terrible the Nazis where. I always end up in a little ball crying. Not because I'm scared of what's on the screen, its because i think of my family. I think if opa risking his life stealing food from the Nazis to feed his family. I think if my opa, stuck in a country that gates thier rulers for 5 years. I think of the aunt whom I'm named after, starving to death in a dutch concentration camp.

I imagine the suffering they went through, I feel like I can see the guns firing right in front of me. I have a German friend, and she and I get all these questions about our ancestors like 'Are your parents Nazis?' 'Did your family get put in concentration camps by the Nazis?' I get this question alot: 'Why are you terrified by ww2? It's over, you weren't even there when it happened.' I know that, but it doesn't stop me imagining all the things that happened to people. Every time I hear lighting, I think of guns shooting down our ANZACs at Gallipoli. Every time I see a bomb stop in a video, I think of the Nazis invading the Dutch countries. I feel bad that I do this, why do I have to be scared of a thing I love so much? Is that why I want to be a pilot in the Air force?

Kids at my old school :)