My Nostalgic Childhood - Part 1

The moment when I had grown up, I start to realize having a landed house is such a luxurious thing. I am so blessed and glad that I had been brought up in a small town instead of a big city because I got to experience lots of crazy childhood activities that provide me precious lifelong memories. Indeed, a kampung kid has better childhood experiences as compared to city kids~~!

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I was brought up in a landed house which had a brownish drain in front of the house, a field and backyard. I still remember that my old house that I grew up in has coconut trees, pigs, chickens and earthworms. :D Yes, there was a pig farm in my house. It smelt very bad but we were used to it. (I felt proud of my childhood because neither one of my friends experienced what I had experienced xP)
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Just like a typical kampung life, I woke up to the sound of roosters crow and birds chirp. Everything was simple, carefree and laid-back. The air was fresh and cool which trigger my brother to sneeze in every morning.

I was a kid who is full of wild dreams and fantasy-like imagination.

I wish that I were a tarzan holding on to a rope swininging here and there. That's so convenient to travel from one point to another point.

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My siblings and I, aged 7-9 if I remember correctly, with a small space in the backyard, we had a small swimming pool because my dad wanted us to master swimming skills to save our lifes. And that became our daily shower spot, so basically we swam everyday.

Sometimes, we ran in and out of my house topless under the scorching sun.

(Maybe it was not that hot in those years.) I think it's good to be a kid because I was a totally carefree person, I did not care about my skin tone at all or maybe I have not seen the importance of skincare. Adults called me "charcoal" intentionally to stop me from running outside the house. (I felt a bit unfair, we played together but I am the darkest in the whole family) Anyway, we had fun chasing each other. That was exciting for me! And I was a fast runner with slim and thin body.

On a fine afternoon, it was as peaceful as usual, we were resting in the house after having fun. It's about 3-4pm. My siblings and I came out with the idea of cooking in the backyard. Woohoo!

Playing with fire was fun and thrilling to us because we might get caught by our mum. But still, we decided to give it a try!

Three of us walked to the kitchen secretly and stole some cooking oils and garlic.:D ( I feel excited even as I am sharing my story). We did not know how to cook but we knew what were the ingredients to put based on our daily observation. After that, we proceed to the backyard after picking up the old rusty wok and plucking some wild water spinach (kangkung in Malay). We were ready to have fun!
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We set up the simplest stove with two bricks that were collected from somewhere. We lighted up crumbled newspapers as fire starter and inserted it between the two bricks, and some dried branches were added to keep the fire alive.
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Could you imagine the excitement of doing all these without being caught by mum?

The satisfaction rose up from the bottom of our hearts. We performed as a team as one spied on our mum while the rest were cooking at the same time. My mum was taking her sweet afternoon nap in the room on that day.
:D Yea, we were once kid, we all knew how and when to be evil.

We put the rusty wok on top of the bricks after the fire is stable. We poured some cooking oils from instant noodles oil package, threw wild water spinach in, stir for awhile. Wow, surprisingly the smell was exactly as how my mum cooked! Our neighbour peeked through the roof tiles from upstairs. She teased us if we were going to eat the dish. Of course not! We just want to have fun. At this moment, my mum came out from the house and scolded us. Well, as expected, the fire was put off.

Fun time was over~~

These fun and beautiful memories are something that I will never want to forget in my life. Childhood memories are special and precious to everyone of us. For me, it reminds me of my cheeky, clumsy and naughty character as I was too busy growing up to be a perfect adult. It helps to remind me on how it felt to be a kid, the simplicity of life in the eyes of a kid.

I am happy and grateful to have those fantastic childhood experiences with my siblings. <3