We sometimes have selective memories. Like me, my adolescent years are better left not talked about but they were interspersed with beautiful memories too.
Recently my elder sister wrote in our family yahoogroups! her memories of the time she was growing up in our kampung house in Tongkang Yard (I kid u not, this is the name of the place). Her posting was made more colourful with the help from my uncle who sent in these pictures of that specific time for our families (uncles, aunties and cousins too). Yours truly was just a toddler (an ugly chubby one if these pictures were to be of any proof) so I had no idea what she was writing about.
Then I started to pen down my own memories of growing up in Alor Setar. My version was no longer of Tongkang Yard but of Taman Golf. The only thing in common between me and my elder sister (who is a decade and 2 years older than me) was the fact that we grew up tormenting my other sister (who is 4 years older). The middle child syndrome is a theory someone came up with after meeting this sister of mine. Hehehee...
I guess in years to come, my son will be reminiscing his childhood with his kids from the hundreds of pictures I have of him now. "This is when grandpapa brought me to Phuket and I actually piloted the elephant myself...."
No comments:
Post a Comment