In early 1988 we moved to a small town in South West Scotland called Lockerbie.
My grandparents, my dad’s parents, live just outside a nearby town called Annan, they had moved up from Manchester area a few years before
We had a lovely bungalow in Lockerbie, the garden was massive- it had a large grass area, huge vegetable patch & a few fruit trees. It was in a quiet part of town with a few hills next to it, which were great for sledging in the winter.
On 20th December 1988 by younger brother turned 2.
On 21st December 1988 we spent time with my grandparents, my mum was at work. Then that night the town changed forever
Pan Am flight 103, a Boeing 747 passenger jet en route from London to New York, had fallen out of the sky, all 259 passengers and crew, and a further eleven people on the ground, had been killed. I think everyone recognises the image of the nose of the plane
My school was used as a base for the army. Every morning we could hear the helicopters taking off to take them to the crash site. There was debris everywhere. People I went to school with had their roofs removed, 2 girls from my ballet school died on the ground. There was shock to discover it had been a bomb
The town came together to support each other. But it would never be the same. We lived in the town until 1994 when we moved to the nearest big town Dumfries due to my parent’s jobs
I will never forget that day and I will never forget those who lost their lifeby