The radio was full of reports of the earthquake in pakistan today.
They were talking to one man who has just found out that he had lost 16 members of his family.
But all I kept remembering was Aberfan.
I was 6.
I lived in Mexborough at the time, a mining community with towns surrounded by slag heaps and lakes and heavy concrete water towers.
I remember the silence when we heard the reports.
My grandparents sitting stunned, and my aunt who was 11 hugging me .
All those children .
All those miners coming up from the pit to try and dig them out.
And I wondered if it could happen where we were.
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