“Grandma said we the attack was in progress. And I was sitting on a pony, crying."

Once we went to the seaside. It was in 2014. Grandparents stayed at home.

One evening, my grandmother called my mother. I was riding a pony at that moment. Grandmother said that they are sitting in a trench (this is not accurate, though) and the attack was in progress.

Mum got scared. Later, she told me. And I was sitting on a pony,  crying.