JasonStory(29) - Childhood memories

My name is Jason and I am fifteen years old. I was born in Mount Alvernia Hospital. There are 6 people in my family, including myself. I am the third eldest and I have 2 elder sisters and 1 younger brother. My father works as a General Manager and my mother is a housewife.I live in a 5 room flat at hougang St51. The house is quite big but is quite cramp at times as it has to fit 6 people. I only moved house once to my present house when I was in kindergarten.

I remember vividly when I was little I would go to Thailand frequently like every 2or 3 months. As everyone probably knows, Thailand is a shopping haven and there are great foods there too. I would always go there and buy my clothes and of course cheap pirated ps2 games which is like 3 times more cheap than the pirated ps2 games found in Singapore. I find that the fried rice in Thailand is especially delicious and I would go to the roadside stall to eat fried rice. Each plate only cost like 20 bahts which is equivalent to 80 cents which is cheap and I guess food of such quality and pricing can never be found in Singapore. Apart from shopping and eating, the most important reason I go there is to visit my father who has work in Thailand since when I was very young. Whenever he knocks off from work , he would come and fetch my family where we are usually in a shopping centre and drives us to eat.

Of course, primary school made up a huge part of my childhood. The most memorable part of it was when I was in primary five and six. Then, most of my classmates were huge soccer fans like me and we would always talk about soccer and we would go play soccer almost everyday without fail at a street soccer court near the school. As the street soccer court was surrounded by a huge wall of steel, it became to be known as “steel cage”. Nearing the end of primary six, my school had a street soccer tournament. Of course, my friends and I took part in it and we won it.. well almost. Unfortunately, we went all the way to the finals only to be denied first place when we lost 2-1(I think). I remember my friends and I were saying before the final match that it does not matter whether we win or not as we have already come this far, however when we did actually lost the match, it was a different scenario as I could see on everyone’s face that they were hugely disappointed.

To sum it up, I think that childhood is a time when all was going smoothly for me and life in primary school is so carefree and relaxing until hell a.k.a secondary school came. However there is a saying “when the going gets tough, the tough gets going”, so, there is nothing really much I can do except to make do with it..