Someone about 20 years my senior was sharing his fond childhood memories with me, I was mesmerised by all that he shared, I could sense those feeling of nostalgic and happiness and I was being transported to those childhood of his too cos some of time coincided a little here and there with mine.
I want to dedicate these few days until let say next Monday for those who happen to drop by my blog to open up and share those beautiful childhood memories of yours with each and everyone of us,let us be reminded that we could be poor then but we were damn happy.
Let me start with mine.I was growing up in a low cost flat,there was no house phone,only some public phones near when I stayed and so happened there was one public phone right below me,I was staying on the second floor.
My papa was poor then,no motorbike,only an old bicycle but my papa would always when he had a little money to spare to take me out for some good food and the way he did would always be the same.
So he was in town,(when he made a little extra)no house phone,no problem,he would call via the public phone(the one below me)and back then,there were always two lift attendants,one called Ah Hing,the other Ah Sam and depending on which one picked up my father's call and this I remember.
One of them would call out," Ah Leong, Ah Leong (they called me Ah Leong,no glamor name like Eugene back then,hahahahahh)and every time hearing this call,I would jump up and be exuberant for I know my papa would take me out for some good food.
I would rush down to answer my Papa's call,arrangement made,I would take a bus down to town,meeting up with him,viola I was happy. Every time when we were done eating good food,my father would saddle me up on his bicycle,he would cycle me back,we would meander through cemetery paths and he would always talk to me along the way,,, seriously I remember this.
Man ...how I wish my old man was still here,that I would hug him and telling him "papa,thank you for the sweet memories"
I am done with mine,let's hear yours ya
P/S : Seriously sweet dreams are made of this