Childhood Memories by Cheng Yi Qing (2)

Childhood memories.. One such memory can be linked with a thousand similar ones. Life back then was so much more simple, none of those problems we face as we are growing up right now. One lollipop can change that frown upside down. Everyone has only one chance at having a childhood.

Born as the middle child, life was not always that easy for me. Having an older brother and younger sister did not help a single bit. Brother was closer to dad and mum favoured the youngest. Naturally, I was left out. But that did not mean they did not love me. I as always urged to do better than what I was then. Brother was not exactly what one would call a studious student and thus, my parents pinned their hope on me, the second one. I guess my sister was the luckiest being a "mummy's little girl". Nevertheless, our relationship among us siblings have been a close one. Hopefully, it will remain the same for as long as we live.

Born on the 8th of May in 1992, I was an adorable baby according to my parents. Some photos in an album told me that I was fair and chubby. My mother used to send me to my grandparents house to stay as both my parents had to go to work. I remember little about what I have done there though.

One holiday trip that took place when I was young was when I went to China to visit my distant relatives. My whole family including my grandparents and relatives were supposed to go but my sister fell sick and therefore, mum decided to stay in Singapore with her. I remember reaching there and everything was so new. There was no water taps and if we wanted to wash our hands or take a bath, we had to go to a well to get water. Thankfully, the door was not one of those doors that only cover either the top half or bottom half of the body. It was a metal door that covered EVERYTHING. I can still remember I had to share the bed with dad and bro and we were kind of squashed up. For the first night, I slept right inside, beside me was dad and right outside was bro. But the second night bro decided to sleep inside and no amount of arguing and squabbling could get him to change his mind. Halfway through the night, bro turned and pushed my dad, who in turn pushed me and I fell off the bed. I fell with a loud thud and my head hurt. Dad woke up and scooped me off the floor on to the bed but up till now, I can still remember the feeling of falling off the bed.

The rest of my childhood was probably much the same as everyone else's. Friends, school, playgrounds, sweets, laughter, tears, yadda yadda. But still, I'll never exchange my childhood for anything in the world. So there.

I did not bring any photos so toooo baaaaad. I've none to upload. Well done.

BYEBYE :)