When you are seven years old and at Primary School, you learn to follow instructions. This particular day was very hot and everything smelled of smoke. ‘Children you are to go straight home to your parents.’ My teacher told us after lunch. I was pleased because it was so hot and Mum would let me run under the sprinkler hose to cool down. I was only five minutes from home and as I started walking I noticed the sky was black as if it was evening. Smoke swirled around like a fairy dancing on the wind.