There is a big difference between how we, the young, see the end of the war and how it is seen by the people who lived it. It is also interesting to notice how different the narrations are of people who were born just a few years apart.
My grandfather, born in 1932, remembers most of the war time. In 1945, at the age of 13,he already understood what the end of the war meant. He remembers the incredulity of those times. Anyway he remembers it from the perspective of a teenager who was going through the tough times. So he mentions both bombs and sweets given to children by Russian soldiers.
On the other hand, my grandmother (born 1935) remembers the war and 1945 from the perspective of a kid. War meant you couldn’t play outside and, the end of it, that you finally could.